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adrienmundiI don't remember how it started, but I remember being in a huge house at night. It was a single rectangular structure (possibly two or three floors: I can't remember), but most of it was closed off. I was in a section on the left end that was easily as large as a large house itself, but only a small fraction of the whole house. The interior was predominantly wooden, and lit with a soft yellow light, almost as if by fire or candle, though there were area lamps throughout.
Outside, it was clear and dark, but there was a clear light coming from somewhere, possibly the moon, I think, though it was definitely from above. There was a graveyard nearby, but it was either on the same or a lower plane than the house (even in the dream, I remember making the distinction that it was different from where I grew up, which was downhill from a cemetary, and no other homes around. Hmm, come to think of it, the light was similar to that from the lamppost by the church, too). At an early point in the evening (before midnight) I was aware that there were rumors that the house was haunted, or maybe that there were ghosts out and about from the graveyard..? I definitely remember hearing "there are ghosts", though if this was voiceover, memory, or something else, I'm not sure.
There were a couple of people from a ghost hunting organization in the larger, unused part of the house (I remember it being a shady grey-blue, no internal lighting, very unoccupied). They were checking out the area, and I helped them, in no small part because I didn't really want to be alone. I assumed they'd be there all night, but it seemed like they got what they needed, and were leaving to go to another place (possibly to track other ghosts? this sort of fits the idea that the weren't just in the house), leaving me alone. I walked them out, then remember looking from the back door at the graveyard, noting the trees and the moonlight, before stepping back inside the part of the house I was in.
On towards 4 AM or so, my aunt and uncle showed up; I don't know why. I was relieved to see them, but confused as to why they were there. They seemed en route to somewhere else, and I was trying to think of a way to keep them with me until the sun came up, but that didn't work. Once they left, I hunkered down in a recliner (very similar to one we had when I was a teen), determined to wait out the clock.
Anyone open for interpretation?
Outside, it was clear and dark, but there was a clear light coming from somewhere, possibly the moon, I think, though it was definitely from above. There was a graveyard nearby, but it was either on the same or a lower plane than the house (even in the dream, I remember making the distinction that it was different from where I grew up, which was downhill from a cemetary, and no other homes around. Hmm, come to think of it, the light was similar to that from the lamppost by the church, too). At an early point in the evening (before midnight) I was aware that there were rumors that the house was haunted, or maybe that there were ghosts out and about from the graveyard..? I definitely remember hearing "there are ghosts", though if this was voiceover, memory, or something else, I'm not sure.
There were a couple of people from a ghost hunting organization in the larger, unused part of the house (I remember it being a shady grey-blue, no internal lighting, very unoccupied). They were checking out the area, and I helped them, in no small part because I didn't really want to be alone. I assumed they'd be there all night, but it seemed like they got what they needed, and were leaving to go to another place (possibly to track other ghosts? this sort of fits the idea that the weren't just in the house), leaving me alone. I walked them out, then remember looking from the back door at the graveyard, noting the trees and the moonlight, before stepping back inside the part of the house I was in.
On towards 4 AM or so, my aunt and uncle showed up; I don't know why. I was relieved to see them, but confused as to why they were there. They seemed en route to somewhere else, and I was trying to think of a way to keep them with me until the sun came up, but that didn't work. Once they left, I hunkered down in a recliner (very similar to one we had when I was a teen), determined to wait out the clock.
Anyone open for interpretation?
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Date: 2006-09-18 03:14 am (UTC)Someone had mentioned to me in the past that houses are always meant to represent the dreamer's mind; if that's so, maybe the larger, unused part is indicative that I'm not using enough of mine, or only staying with the smaller, known parts?