Every once in a blue moon, I have recurring dreams. This dream has unfolded slowly as I’ve gotten older. This music represents the first time I had this dream.

I’ll call this “Under the Victorian home”
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It’s starts with me outside of a big old Victorian style house in a suburban area. I’m with distant cousins and some older friends. The home belongs to one of their deceased relatives and is abandoned.

We approach the dark home and open the doors to a dank, dusty, yet beautiful dark oak foyer with a proper chandelier and strange statue like figures draped with white sheets. The floor is dark with a large Persian rug.  The decorations and overall feel is quite noble, like the house belonged to a governor.

We carefully explore the building and eventually manage to get the electricity going. The house doesn’t have that scary horror vibe you might expect but rather a charming, yet slightly strange “Maniac Mansion” feel.

Eventually we find the basement door and the guy whose family owned the house shouts “oh this is it!!! You gotta see the basement!!” We then descend.

There’s nothing scary at all about the basement. It’s lit by a bunch of bare GE incandescent light bulbs strung across the rafters in a kind of charming slightly dangerous way. The floor is a yellowish linoleum. The walls are lined with shelves from the floor to about 4 feet high. On the shelves, every shelf is a whole assortment of old fashioned toys (1930′s / 40′s) Fire trucks, robots, airplanes, wooden cars, trucks, balls…you name it!!!

While everyone is playing and enjoying the museum like basement, I find a ladder and a passage to a second basement. Here I feel the strange need to be the first one down. So without telling anyone and the expectation they’ll find the ladder themselves, I descend. (this can be heard clearly in the music)

The ladder is about one story down and connects to a proper concrete floor. The only lighting shines  from above where nobody has noticed where I’ve gone. I get off the ladder and turn around to face a massive black void.

the view looking up

I can’t see anything except a slight fog around my feet, so I step forward slowly, inch by inch. As I step out of the light my eyes adjust to the darkness just in time for me to realize that I am standing at the edge of a massive drop off into an abyss.

I back up and stand in the darkness with the ladder to my back.  Fearless, I wait in anticipation.  Time slows dramatically and what sounds like long deep breathing begins to ring from the deep.  As the sound of breathing intensifies, I backup and without hesitation quickly climb out.

The toy room is empty.  Nobody is waiting for me.  The toys are still there, the lights still burning, yet the breathing, whilst distant, continues to be audible.  I am still too nervous to shout to my friends and the dream abruptly ends.

This dream I have had 3 times. This is the first dream I had when I was still in elementary school.

Eventually I come face to face with the beast/demon below.  I will try to recreate the sequel to the dream next time.