Dream Journal
I was the new girl in a boarding house for teens. Two of the other girls showed me up to my room. They were very quiet because it was late at night.
They opened the door to a very tiny, yet well-lit, room in which barely fit one tiny bed. In this bed was a sleeping girl. I wanted to ask if I had to share this tiny room, but the other two girls were busy telling me that the house mother was very strict and liked it quiet. They handed me my two bags and went to their room.
I turned toward my room and my roommate sat up. She looked at me and my bag on her bed with hatred. She jumped out of bed, grabbed my bag, and told me that I couldn’t stay there. She walked me down to the house mother’s large bedroom.
She went to put my stuff on the mother’s luxurious bed, but thought better of it; it would be a bad idea to wake the house mother. She turned around and I followed her back to our room. She continued with me stuff and returned after a while without my bag.
She went back in the room and started to close the door as she told me that I would be sleeping in Uncle Jacob’s room. I was afraid of sleeping in a man’s room, but I wanted my things back. And I didn’t know where Uncle Jacob’s room was. She pointed down the dark hallway.