Day 17- The colourful package hypnotised me

Once again I dreamt with doors, this time it was in a remote village that looked like an ancient dwelling place, we were going to relocate elsewhere for the summer and I was told to go home and grab a few metal pots for cooking. I open the heavy door and as I walk in this small round house, it is pitch dark inside and there are ghostly hands trying to grab me so I run outside as fast as I can.Complaining about my lack of bravery a member of my group takes over and returns with a pan.
Unexpectedly I am transported to my old house as a kid waking up alone in the dark and panicking for not being able to find the switch. I run from my room to the corridor and all the way to the living room where my parents are, in a incredible speed as ghostly hands chase me and grab my legs. 

Then the kettle starts boiling and when it stops the alarm rings and the tea is made. I sit down on the bed, rub my eyes and pour the tea into the big mug. Monday to Friday (he has the weekend off) the butler (I call him Henry), never fails to wake me up with a fresh cuppa, unless off course I forget to refill the kettle the night before.  

Loving or hating your job, the first day at work after holidays is always a bummer. Absent minded and still in festive mode I describe the travelling adventures to the curious colleagues while they enjoy the Icelandic chocolate and the Scottish fudge.
The goodies lay in front of my desk for the entire day, slowly disappearing as passing hands help themselves. I was tempted by them once, the colourful package hypnotised me as I stared through the window and my arm was moving towards it in slow pace until my mind took over and cut the nonsense. The angel won again!