I began dreaming in The Wheat Field around the time that Quarantine began in 2020.
The wheat field is, true to name, an endless field of golden wheat. There are only two notable structures within the field; The Barn and The Cottage. The Barn is an old wooden barn painted white, and next to it is a grain silo. There are beds inside, and the perimeter of the property is circled by a wooden fence. Inside of the wooden fence, there is mostly dirt with sparce dry grass and some pebbles and rocks. The fence doesn't have a gate, so in order to get into the field I have to hop over the edge. Then there is the Cottage, which is a great deal away from the Barn, but still within walking distance. It's a little brick and oak wood cottage with a white picket fence, and within the fence is a perfectly catered lawn and a small garden along the brick trim of the home. A cobblestone path leads the way up to the patio. The inside of this cottage is decorated with floral patterns, faded pastels, and natural tones. The interior looks moderately expensive.
My Hubsister lives with me in the barn, along with three other children and two adults who are not my Hubparents. I don't see the adults often, only ever when we go into the barn at night. The other children are allowed to play within the confines of the fence. My Hubsister usually stays by me, but sometimes leaves me by myself. She tells me all the time not to go to the Cottage, and that bad people live there. The other children don't really interact with me all that much.
There is also an old woman that lives in the Cottage. She often sits on the patio with her golden retriever, drinking tea. On the occassions I have visited she is very friendly, offering me tea and coffee cake and inviting me inside for her book club. She also invites other guests over for this book club: more geriatric ladies and gentlemen with a similar bucolic demeanor.
DEFINITE
I always begin my dream in the barn. This seems to be the only definite rule. I haven't had too much time to figure out the definite rules, because this dream does not come to me too terribly often and there also isn't a whole lot to do. I don't feel very restricted in the Wheat field.
INDEFINITE
1) Do not visit the cottage. Going for some tea and cake while it's still early seems fine, but I shouldn't come to the old woman's book club. I did go once, and it was a lovely time at first. We weren't reading books, but pamphlets. I am able to read the pamphlet in this dream, but it's hard to remember any specifics. I may keep my notebook in hand until I find myself there again so I can try to write down what it says. All I remember is a vague message about a place called Certainty. The real reason I mention this rule is because the book club will not let me leave once I'm there. This would be less concerning, if not for the next rule:
2) Do not stay out of the barn past sunset. Every day I spend in the Wheat field, towards the end, the sun begins to set. There is something that keeps pulling me back to the barn, and it is not an instinct. It is fear. I can feel a terrible all encompassing dread grip my chest and run its jagged teeth along my ribs, filling me with an impending sense of doom. When I am in the Cottage for book club, that sense of doom multiplies threefold. As the sun set, I watched it nervously outside the window while the other members of the book club asked in polite earnest that I keep reading. I saw the sun touch the horizon, and then it grew. It dimmed to a scarlet red, and it became a massive and blinding thing that ate the entire sky. I watched as black water rushed across the horizon, and it began to pour out of the cracks in the floorboards. A great tidal wave of black water crashed into the window, which did not break. Water kept dripping from above, rising from below, and everyone simply asked that I keep reading. I awoke before the cottage flooded, and haven't returned to it since.