Climbing My House (September 30th, 2007)

I don't know if other women work the same way, or if it's just me, but being on your period affects the dreaming and sleeping. To start with, I don't feel so good, I mean, men, how would you feel if you bled non-stop for a week, loosing all that blood? Yeah, my guess is you could have been better too. So I sleep very badly, very lightly, and dreams come and go.
Anyway, the moon plays its part, we musn't forget that, and there was also a full moon this week.

So. There was me and my sister. We were approacing our house. It didn't look much like our house though, it was white and tall and was at an unknown, rocky location.
And at the left-hand side of it, there was like a gorge, a thin one, and a wall of stone at the other side, used for practicing climbing. And four (I'm pretty sure of the number) people were climbing, or trying to. One of them was a former primary school teacher of mine. I'm always sad when I see her, and I was in the dream too. She's ill with multipel sklerosis (am I supposed to be able to spell that?) and it's quite a long time between every time I see her, so I can see her getting worse. Even though I was sad to see her in the dream, she seemed extremely fit despite of what I was thinking. She made a leap back across the gorge to be able to leap back, thus gaining speed for her climbing, whatever that was good for.
Anyway, my sister and I headed towards the house. We arrived in a hall, with, I think, blue floral wallpaper. And there was a stair there, not exactly a spiral staircase, but it made a turn as it went up. And standing at the foot of the stairs, we heard noise from above, meaning someone was in the house. So we sneaked up the stairs.
There was a door at the top, to the left, and it was ajar. We looked through the crack and saw a man sitting there in a chair. He was about 40 or 50 years old, and possibly had a mustache.
And my sister and I were like "what the hell are you doing in our house?!", but the man claimed it was his house. And naturally we argued about that for a while.
I also sensed a lot of other noise in the room, not just our argument. It may have been small children, or it may have been a TV on.