Jane
In my dream, I am in my house. Not my house in real life, it’s my house in the dream world. I walk around a floor that I abandoned a long time ago and have come back to look for a door. I find a beautiful wooden, green door in a dark hallway with a flickering light on the ceiling. I had brought cleaning supplies with me and I proceed to clean the door. I get on a step ladder because the door is large and I get rid of all the webs, dust, and pieces of scotch tape I had put on it when I was a child. I had never opened that door. I feel alone and sad as I clean the door and think of something that happened in childhood that forced me to abandon that door. The memory is so vague that I just stand against the wall and wonder why this door was never opened. Someone please help interpret this dream.