This dream had been reoccurring when I was younger. I haven't had this dream for a while, so details aren't available.
My Dream:
I have a key, and everyone's (that being people I recognize) trapped in a room with no door. There's a bookshelf and a bathroom, but that's it, I think. Also a pedestal, for some reason. I take the key and find a hidden door and unlock it. Everyone seems surprised, but then the door shuts, leaving me outside in my family's old apartment basement and everyone else in the room.
I awake.
(This is another dream, but I think it's a continuation of the dream above.) I take the key and unlock the door to the room. Nobody's there. I'm locked in the room and unlock the door again. My family's in the apartment.
I awake.
My Ramblings:
At the time (I think I was in first or second grade in elementary school), I had a strategy. I would listen to what people have done, then some time later say that I did something similar to that at school. I learned right from wrong based on my parents' expressions and reactions. I would never do anything to make me stand out at school since I was the shyest kid in the class (which means I basically lied about doing things to my parents just to see what can be justified and what cannot). Eventually I stopped the strategy since I had developed a non-innocence. Ya know, basically when you have a conscious and are aware of bad things. You have your innocence automatically when you're born, but your 'non-innocence' is developed when you either know that you're doing something bad, or when you know you're not doing something bad.794Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjxJghFB2XL
In these dreams, the key represents my conscious. The basement is my innocence and the room my strategy. When everyone is in the room, I'm testing my strategy. When no one's there, my strategy is over. When my family's in the apartment, I have found out what is good and bad, thus developing this thing I call 'non-innocence'. I know that bad things exist then.
Also at the time I had some urinary problems, thus the bathroom. I also disliked reading, so thus the bookshelf, and I feel like the pedestal was to hold a book.
At least, this is what I think of the dreams.
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