Dream #31-161

What the heck...I'm just guessing the number here, since it has been 161 days that passed this year. Out of those days we hardly ever remember every single one of our dream but this one I'm going to write down, since I got lazy again at sketching.

Two dreams ago (and it was a normal sleep) I was in this wooden shack very much like the Shrieking Shack in that 3rd Harry Potter movie. There were three doctor's bags on the floor, and I mean those old black leather bags (like a large valise). I was with a companion and we discovered that these bags are not what they seem because they were stuck to the wooden floor. But when you open the bag and see the bottom, there was a horizontal slit and if you apply enough pressure to it or if you step on it you fall to a secret passage one floor below the shack, which is what happened to us. We landed softly on sand very much like the houses in the old days. From where we are we can see some activity outside, soldiers who were looking for us or for someone. Our timing couldn't have been better.

Later I found myself hiding out in an overcrowded room, approx. 10'x10'. Beds were on one side, three or four of them and there were stuff all around the place. I couldn't even move in my spot without hitting the clothes and baggages of my roommates. One person was even cooking with a makeshift grill on top of a mini gas tank.