Morning of December 14, 2005. Wednesday.

I am going into a different room in our place on Duffy Street, but instead, I end up opening one door after another, each door following another, like a series of smaller rooms in a long sequence. This type of dream usually ends up making me feel very tired and frustrated. I have had dreams like this before when I actually felt exhausted after waking, which even affected my energy that day and the next.

Anyway, I continue to go through smaller rooms, opening door after door. Sometimes the doors are so close, they almost seem to be only an inch or so apart (somewhat like a combo of a screen door and a security door in some houses).

This particular dream turns out differently, though. I finally get to where our kitchen is in real life (although it is not like the real kitchen we have) and there is a coffin standing on its end, presenting itself like yet another door into another room. There is a feeling of awe and I still feel that I must continue.

I open the "door" (lid) of the coffin and instead of another room it is a vast field of beautiful stars and nebulae as if I am looking into outer space.

I feel happiness and satisfaction rather than fear. For a short time, I even feel an increasing sense of bliss.

Although this is a recurring dream theme, this is the only one I remember having a coffin (or scenes of outer space) or any sense of well-being prior to waking.

Again,I have had similar dreams of opening door after door after door (for what seemed for hours at times),and never seeming to find the "last door" that would lead to where I would finally be able to sit down and do something or find something, or whatever. These dreams were probably the most common when in my twenties, though.