Morning of November 17, 1968. Sunday.
In this dream (sparsely recurring as a child), I am mostly wandering around in a couple odd composite locations of West Elementary school and the Rose Street apartment back up north in La Crosse.
The composites of my Rose Street apartment home (as well as my sister’s apartment, which was mirrored from ours across the hall from us) and West Elementary was mostly limited to dreams from 1968 - a year I was still adjusting to the move from Wisconsin to Florida. A real-life similarity was related to the flights of steps. The school itself did not resemble the school from La Crosse at all. (However, not all composites have more obvious connections or similarities.)
The school’s hallways have areas that are much like the doorways with the transoms from Rose Street (which did have wooden doors into the next room). These “doorways” are oriented mostly east and west and only go from the same general area of the hall into the next area of the hall and there are usually no actual doors - just the transom area and the implied “doorway” that comes a short distance out from each side of the hallway. There is the in-dream “realization” that “hidden” treasures are on the ledge near the transom, mostly out of sight. These treasures include small jewelry boxes full of valuable gems and such mostly, but also special novels and smaller books (of fiction, including older science-fiction digest magazines from the 1950s) and possibly even the newest comic books as well as American coins of lesser value (mostly nickels and dimes) and sometimes others (such as Canadian money).
Later on, the idea and realization changes, even though I had apparently kept some of these treasures (and had hidden them from others in my home). The items which I had not gotten to yet somehow turn out later to be cleaning items that the janitor had put there, such as a bottle of window cleaner and just a cleaning cloth or rag and such. There is also a distorted scene where I actually seem to be back in sister Marilyn’s apartment on Rose Street, yet also a very large “closet” or school maintenance room at the same time. I am not sure if this is some sort of temporary series of events regarding the cleaning supplies, or if the transom “treasures” themselves were only temporary. This is very similar in mood and recurring semi-conscious “flights of fantasy” so to speak, as similar themes; for example, finding treasures in square column-like areas under floor tiles in my Cubitis home, finding secret areas under roof shingles, finding buttons or small levers that open previously hidden doors into other “worlds” or “treasure rooms”, and so on.
