My dream last night was weird, so bear with me!
I was looking out of my bedroom window, when I saw police cars racing up and down (in reality there is no road behind my garden). I saw an older man and woman sitting in car - it seemed obvious the police were chasing them. They looked at each other, nodded, and drove straight into my next door neighbours house - the noise and mess was terrible.
I ran to the front window and saw the older man running away - the woman was nowhere to be seen.
Because of the crash, the electricity supply to my house had been cut off - I realised something must have tripped out, and went out to the garage, with my mom, to check the trip switches.
The police were there - my neighbours garage was a mass of rubble. I told the police what I had seen.
Here, the dream shifted. I was still outside, but my house had changed into a kind of small maisonette. Each house had an electricity box with a number on - ours was number 32 (I live at No 22 in reality). My mom and I were walking up and down the neighbourhood trying to find it. We were joined by two other women (who were "dream people" - no-one I know in real life) and we were walking up this massive hill. One of the women fell over, and so did I, but she lay flailing on the floor, whilst I got up and carried on. At the top of the hill was a huge ballroom - again, it looked like a Disney version of a palace. We reached the top, and I realised I was back where I had started from. A man came out from one of the houses and said "your box is inside your house". I felt like, God I am an idiot, I should have known that.
I am not sure what the car crash means.
The walk up the hill, I think, is symbolic of my struggles in life - it's kind of telling me, other people may fall by the wayside, but I always get up and carry on. The Ballroom could be the final goal - a lavish and colourful place in my heart.
The man is telling me, that I have been looking in all the wrong places - the answers I seek are actually within me.