ello, jello

I dreamt that it was summer, and I was at a Victorian style house for some sort of fancy competition. I don’t remember what the event was, just that I was a young, somewhat respectable woman of the middle class. I went to use their restroom when I noticed that the latch on their window was broken. Suddenly I was in the same building, but it was a whole century into the past. Everything was brand new and when I went out the bathroom doors, several “servants” ushered me into a room with a view upstairs and locked me in. From that point on, I was used. Men would mysteriously find themselves into my room and take advantage of me. The last notable one was Kramer from Seinfeld, who gripped me hard and used me hard. Afterwards I excused myself to use the ladies room and broke the intact latch on the window to escape. One of the servants held the door shut while I slipped away in my underwear, and I whispered that he was the only one in that house that I respected. What’s wild is that I wasn’t the only one running away. There were dozens of us, mostly kids running to this mine where I guess it was safer. They started to sing as we escaped. I don’t remember the words or the melody, just the way it echoed as we went deeper and deeper underground as it got darker and darker with every step.