At first I was annoyed by the dreams but now feel like I'm on a quest. I have no clue as to why the rooms were abandoned nor my compulsion to climb through small openings to get in. I don't take anything or leave a note...
Next time I'm raiding the refrigerator. ;)
For my next short story, I'm going to use one of the houses as a base for the protagonist to get herself into trouble. I've been in this one quite a few times so going over the steps to break into my subconscious should be a snap. Now all that's left to do is discover who she'll meet on the other side of that painting.
So what's your take on the reoccurring dream? Past life? OCD and dusting? Pure escapism via fences and hidden windows?
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