Fire Door Dream

Had a dream that I went to visit the first house I lived in. We moved from there when I was 4 and moved back for a short time when I was 10 or so. This was on Pond Street. So I arrive on the street to find that many of the houses had been torn down for years and most of the remaining residents are moving away. I find someone and ask about our old house. She allows me to walk around to look for any remaining vestages of my childhood. While looking around I find myself in the house (that wasn't there). It's been redecorated and improved, a lot, since we lived there. It was a one bedroom, small house, that was cheep in the '70s. Not finding anything notworthy in the lower part of the house because of the redecoration, I hed up to the attic. (The real house had one story and a basement, the dream house has two or three stories and an attic.) Once I enter the attic things become familiar. A little door where I used to climb through to play. It's all covered in cob webs and dirt. I barely fit through. From this little door I can see the room where I'd play, there should be another door to the left which would hold the true key to my search, but I can't see it from here. I'm looking carefully at the wood that makes this attic for dings or marks that I would remember. There a few, vague reminders. Straight ahead is a door to what might be my dad's workshop, a place I was not allowed to go...tools and paint and such. The door is scarred, like from a fire, especially around the doornob. As a memory, a flash of fire appears on the door, as if to show me how the scar got there. It goes out as quickly as it ignited. I want to check it out, the fire door room, but I haven't even fit through the first little door yet and it's kind of scary up there in the dirty attic. That's when I woke up.

What's beyond the fire door?