01|08.11

Mr. Flitch

The house was large. Walls painted a light, low saturated green. At least three floors to it all. The hallways winded and were narrow. You could trip down the stairs if you didn't know the house well. I was young. 12-13 maybe? I was myself, but with a different life, a different family. I had three sisters and maybe a brother? I don't think i remember him appearing in my dream or not. My room was the largest, and in the attic. Walls still a light green. Couches here and there. Sleeping bags and pillows littered the floor, which made it hard to get over anything. My best friend in the dream was sleeping over. She was young like me. She was nerdy. Face round and pale, circle glasses. Long uncombed light blonde hair tied into a low ponytail down her back. I also had my long hair. My two older sisters (though i don't know if they were older than me or not) seemed to be twins, or atleast very close in age. I think they were twins. My younger sister had to be 6 or so? 

When i left my room, hers right next to mine once in that narrow hallway, i could hear her crying. I opened the door and asked why she was up so late. It was afternoon, maybe 7 then? Or 6:45. Something like that. I think she was a little mad at me. I opened her mouth and saw she had that little 'do not eat' cylinder in her mouth, ones that come with children's chewable pill bottles. She had gotten ahold of my Advil pills, thinking they were candy because of their grape smell and tried to eat the first thing she had gotten her hands on. Now it was stuck in-between her teeth. I cooed an apology to her and took it out. I could see the faint tooth marks of her tiny teeth on it before i pocketed it. I took the Advil bottle for her, and promised if she never tried to take my Advil again, id get her some candy next time i went out. She agreed to that and went back to bed. 

Going back to my room, i looked at a pile of a couple journals we had out. My friend had a pretty green one that i liked a lot. She had good handwriting with the pen she used. It was just a soft ballpoint pen. She then called out to me, she was at the triangle window at the front of the attic that faced the front of the house. I rushed over and saw that out male friend was down in the driveway, talking to our houses caretaker/nanny or something? He was an old, shriveled, tall and bitter man. He scowled down at our male friend and i couldn't hear what they were saying. The boy wasn't much older than us. Brown short hair. My blonde friend said that he was distracting Diablo (which was our caretakers name), probably telling him something was array or something needed his attention so that we could all go sneak out and see Mr. Flitch. 

Mr. Flitch was the neighborhood, or even town phenomenon. He was a short, old, happy, curious man. The insides of his house was littered and cluttered with many many curious things. He gave me spiderwick or wizarding world vibes, even though ive only read one of those books once.  Piled in his house were many trinkets and stories. He had a magical element to him, and there was certainly something more going on with him. My two friends knew him better than me, but i knew in the dream that i had visited him before too. He was the type of man to invite anyone into his house, happy go lucky and unbothered, confident and trustworthy. He had welcomed us into his home before multiple times. He gave us tea and told stories, and watched as we looked around his maze of a house, things cluttered so high on bookshelves that they dipped down. You'd have to weave your way though the hallways as to not knock over a pile of books or a random yoyo handing from the ceiling boards. 

We got excited, hopping over the couches to put my shoes on. The brown haired friend came up into the room too, he must have put his bike beside the house and sneaked in the backdoor. I grabbed a tiny journal, one i could fit into my pocket and the ballpoint pen my friend wrote with-- and i pocketed them. I liked to take notes on all the curious things we saw at Mr. Flitch's house and all the curious things he told us. I looked down at my pale gemstone locket necklace. I had another locket. A gold one with a clock or circular map of some sorts inside it. I decided to try and put that one on instead, hoping to grab Mr. Flitchs keen eye. I tried to unclasp it and put it around my neck, only noticing now how decorative and expensive looking the chain was. Gold of leaves whisping together to form the chain. Before i could unclasp it to put it on, my short fingernails making the ordeal hard, someone in real life called out to me. And i woke up.