Eidolette

Multiple dreams in which we're in the process of moving but it's not for a while so the house is all barren and the garage has boxes and I'm sort of half in Will's old room half in mine and Tam's. It's clear Will already moved out a while ago but some of his stuff is still in "my" room. I don't really know where I belong. I lay on the bed in Will's room and look out the window sometimes but it feels like I can't be stationary. I usually end up deciding I need to get all my stuff together and clean up. The goal is nebulous but I know it will make me feel better to be organized. I often go through the closet and find old dresses in styles I would have worn when I was 16, often black with a bright floral pattern, mixed among Will's old costumes, uniforms, and church clothes. I want to figure out what to keep and what to donate so I can have a clean space that feels all mine. I don't actually know when we're moving, just that it seems to be what's going to happen eventually. I look in

I was in this old, decrepit mansion on the side of a mountain. The mansion was like an overblown haunted house, with the outside painted black, a crooked staircase, peeling wallpaper, dust and cobwebs everywhere, etc. Even the mountains on which it resided were ominously dark and covered in fog. There were dead trees everywhere, twisting in and out of the windows of the mansion, and trailing off in the distance. A cobblestone path lead from the entrance of the mansion out into the wilderness. Parts of the path were lined with a crumbling wall of the same cobblestone. I sat in one of the bedrooms of the mansion on the second floor, along with

My mom decided to take my three younger siblings to an ice skating rink that had been assembled in the middle of this city. I'm not sure why I came along, because for whatever reason I didn't ice skate, but I was there anyway. When we arrived my mom suddenly refused to pay for rental ice skates for my siblings, and instead stuck toothpicks on the bottoms of their bare feet, as if that would suffice. My siblings then attempted to ice skate, but the tooth picks penetrated through their feet and blood seeped through their flesh and almost immediately froze into a blue pattern that looked like the roots of a tree. Then their feet turned bright bl