I know I haven’t written about many of my dreams here yet, but I have several I’ve written short reminder bits on so that I can later write about them here. Actually, I just counted and there are about 8 of them on the list so far.
A couple nights ago I had another one involving a weird large house (probably about my weird inner self again). This time the house was my supposedly my dad and step-mom’s house. I actually haven’t seen their newest house so it would be really freaky if it turned out to be like in my dream, wouldn’t it? Anyway, they had this massive, bizarre house that was a converted church (weird since they live in the Dallas area where you are more likely to find movie theaters or strip mall stores converted to churches rather than churches converted to houses).
In this dream I was really afraid to go in the attic, though I had been there before and knew it was haunted. Woooo-oooo (that was me doing ghostly noises). Still, I decided to go into the secret passageways below the attic, and there I found my 3 teenage nephews chilling with some friends. Somehow we all ended up going into the attic. We also did some roller-skating in the attic with a disco ball overhead (boy, throwback to junior high, there–anybody else as old as I am remember “couple skates”–the terror, the anticipation, the joy when you had someone actually cute to skate with, the agony when your friend’s homely and slightly “special” little brother wanted to skate with you?)
Still, amidst all the skating and stuff, we did have some freaky experiences of objects flying around the room for no apparent reason. Then we all got a bit hysterical and had to find our way out of the basement again. I managed to go out through a ground level door (apparently this house was built in the side of a hill) and as I skidded down the hill to the front door, I passed some old men in karate uniforms. They were going up to the attic for a karate class. Huh.
That’s all I remember at this time. My notes about this dream are actually upstairs, so if I go up there and find that I forgot something, I’ll add it later.
I wonder what this house dream says about my inner self. Perhaps I should not inquire too deeply.
That’s a very spooky dream