Freedom At What Cost (Dream #13).

        I had some supernatural powers to do with the sea, like coastal earth and water bending. Everyone in my family had some kind of unique ability. We, my brother, father, mother, and I, lived in a big home together. Mother and father were always very controlling, demanding that I stay with them, living in the house forever. For a time, they succeeded. I stayed with my family in that house for so long that I was convinced we had actually all died and were bound to the house as ghosts. The family I had was not a good one because the people in it were not good people. They were greedy and demanding and considered themselves better than everyone else.

      This house that I was trapped in was like no ordinary house. It was huge both inside and outside and no one would suspect anything as it appeared to be a normal suburban house in the good part of town. There was a room inside that looked like a sound-booth. It had red wall made of velvet and grey control panels with switches and buttons. Beyond the control panels was a window and a door which led to the most beautiful prison I had ever seen. It was a dome of nature within a room. There were one a half green hills covered in trees after the window, followed by a cliff that dropped into a lake. The lake was the common area where the family spent its time. They all seemed content with their lives the way it was, floating on tubes in a lake that wan't even real.  I spent my time under the water, away from them.

      I had tried to escape many times, likely over one hundred. Finally, I did and the first thing I did was run out the door and onto the driveway. I looked up at the sun glistening through the needles of a real pine tree and took in the smell of real fresh air. Then I decided that that's what freedom is, the smell of fresh air, the feeling of the warm sun on your face, the image of the blue sky and the bright yellow sun, the sound of birds. Freedom was achieved through being in a state of nature. I left the neighborhood and spent my time in the actual ocean for many years, helping sea creatures. 

      Eventually I decided to go back to that house; some form of curiosity drove me to it. It wasn't at all like I expected. I entered the room was the sound-booth and found that the velvety walls were dirty and scratched, the window was broken, and the door was ajar. Nothing was as it originally was and everyone was gone. Even though I had achieved my freedom, there was an odd feeling of despair seeing the mess I had made in the process.