Can't really remember my dream last night. But I was in a castle. Climbing stairs, around and around and around. I think I was with Kirsten, my step-sister, or some one I had to take care of. And some one else; a friend, maybe Leona. I kept telling them: "It's okay, it's close! I've been here before" But the stairs just kept going and going. Although I thought I was at Craigdaroch Castle (a castle in Victoria that I've been too many times) these stairs were totally unfamiliar. They were narrow and stone and completley white, as if they'd just been painted. There was also the odd window as we went up.
At one point the stairs changed. Into those classic spiraling staircases, the ones with wooden railings and you can look down the middle at the bottom. Some one told me we had to tell some one at the bottom something and there was no way I was going back down. I leant across the railing and yelled downward. I think it was my Grandma at the bottom. Then we kept climbing. We never reached the top.
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