The Castle ...

Dreamt I was in a place, rather mundane on a type of vacation. I had been there a week and was incredibly bored and was actually crying at one point to someone that I just wanted to go home. There were some men there, 4 of them, older, one looked like Johnny Cash (American Country Music Singer) with a ridiculous huge white wig on. A rock band came along and one of the guys took pity on me and asked me where home was I said Texas and he said they’ll be passing through there on tour so I could go with them and they’d drop me off. They must have taken me to a train station because I caught a train home. “Home” turned out to be an elaborate estate, I mean HUGE. Lush grounds and the “house” was just enormous. There were flags flying on top of part of the structures and they were very strange, depicting strange creatures and were in color, more like a photograph on cloth than flags. The structures were the white brick or stone. I was telling someone that we hadn’t always lived here we just got here, and I decided to take a walk. I was walking in a sort of neighborhood and came to an intersection and a little girl was riding a bike and I started talking to her and noticed an orange tree, with navel oranges on it. She said yes that’s an orange tree and I could have as many as I wanted. I picked an orange and peeled it, but it was only good on the bottom. The oranges got bigger as I picked them, the last one nearly as big as a pumpkin. I would tear them open and only eat the bottom part because the top part tasted bad, like they were rotting. Something woke me at that point but there were more men, they were looking for me, but I wasn’t being hunted or anything they were just people from the estate come to fetch me.