We were looking “up north” for a space, or something. Its some kind of school with rooms.  It seems very rustic.

My mother and I were in a room, looking up at something, and they let us out.

They open the door, it’s like a shower stall.  The water retains the shape of the rectangular stall as it slowly drains out the bottom.

At the end, my father is going “back up there”.  There is the address I just went to, but he’s going somewhere else.

Waking up, I feel released from some emotional pressure, I was hoping the water that retained its shape was a symbol of some emotional force, some astra/visual force leaving me, like the continuous stream of images.  Or getting over some sadness at being isolated as a child.  But then trying to write all this down, it’s very magic.  Some part of me is being “lifted out”.