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2025 2024

This is a somewhat recurring dream. The aura of this dream centered on an ex. I can't remember if the home I was visiting was his, his mom's, his grandma's, or what... but it was in awful condition. Looked rotten, completely unliveable. The inside was much better, with less rot but more clutter. I think the house was up for sale, and for some reason that's why I went; to see how bad things got? Or was I just invited for another reason? I don't remember seeing him other than being invited inside, but maybe that wasn't even him? Inside, the house was full of things but empty of life. I got the impression someone died there, and that's why it was abandoned or in such bad shape. This one has been one of the weirdest dreams I've had, as well as insanely vivid in colors and sensations. It started out as a class trip on a cruise trip. Things quickly devolved into... the ship suddenly becoming a circular spaceship, like in Elysium. But it was haphazard and totally unsafe and things were way out of proprtion. As the ship is propelling forward, no longer in the water but up in the sky, the surface of the ship is rotating the opposite direction. Enormous elephants, easily 100 feet tall and decked out in circus attire, march along the surface in my and my classmates direction. I also have a kitten with me for some reason. There is no time to think and no room to the sides to dodge the elephants, so we're all scrambling and screaming and crying trying to avoid getting trampled to death. Somehow we all survived and hunkered down in a huge suite that had several bunkbeds. I had lost my kitten and was hysterical until I found her again, as well as another kitten. A school dream, more specifically, a dorm dream. And the weather was miserable, but not torrential, just drizzly and constant. I was traversing between class buildings and the dorm a lot, as if I had 5 classes in a day. I was getting lost in between the street blocks, taking the wrong turns, going too far, back tracking; it was misery looking back on it, but in the moment I felt determined to get back to my dorm, slightly annoyed by the rain. The dorm would change in height and location; generally looked like a diffeernt building each time I went back to it. But every time I went back, I had the hardest time getting in. I would forget my code, or my key, or something always went wrong to delay me. I never worried about being late though, I was completely fixated on getting back into the dorm. A recurring dream revolving around an ex and his house. I'm in the house, but it's nothing like it really was. I know this in the dream too but am unbothered by it, more in awe of all the stuff cluttering the floors, piling to the ceilings in some areas. For some reason, the majority of the clutter was dining chairs, dressers, cabinets, nightstands and floor-length mirrors. The dust and cobwebs were thick, but that didn't deter myself, my ex and a few other people from hiding within the spaces between. That's because we were being chased, but we didn't know by what. The others were more aware of it than me, but this sense of dread, like I could die if i didn't hide with them, was unmistakeable. I don't remember what happened after we hid, just the long wait for something to jump out and grab us. I remember having this dream about a new friend, but their face and personality were warped, so it basically was a different person. We were driving around in a sleeper van along the shoreline of a beach. We had a few cats with us, can't remember how many but maybe 2 or 3. We found more but every time we pulled over, the other cats got out, and we had to wrangle them back in. Eventually we lost one and I couldn't accept that. A recurring dream about an ex and his house, basically a continuation from the last dream. I'm able to explore the house more now, it's daylight rather than nighttime, and it's a bit more clean inside. I'm unreasonably fascinated by the fact that my ex's mom's master bathroom is connected to her room, the main hallway, and a secret hallway; the ghost hallway. I'm in the bathroom a good while, standing and pacing, pondering the magical third door that I know will lead to some place I won't be comfortable in. I enter it, and it's the same hallway, but gently lit up from a window at the end of the hallway. There are maybe 6 doors, but the end one of the left intrigues me. I know my ex is in there. I know it's actually his room. I make my way down the hallway, breathing in the slightly musty air, tinged with cedar from the wood linig the walls. I open his door slowly and quietly, and he's just sitting there at his desk in front of the window. He turns to acknowledge me but turns around again right after, like he didn't really see me, almost like I'm not really there. A recurring dream about an ex and his house, almost identical to the last one. This time, though, I'm able to move down the hallway. My eyes are still barely adjusted to the darkness, and I'm basically groping for a door handle in the pitch black. I eventually find one and open it, the stale air from within greeting my face like a wet towel. It's slightly musty, not quite moldy. The moonlight from the window softly illuminates a bed, nightstand, and tall wardrobe. The room is supposed to be small, I can feel it, but it's expansive, almost intimidating. I want to step inside and explore, but some force inside me screams to not enter. I place my foot inside and feel uncomfortable, like I made a mistake I can't take back, even though all I have to do is move my foot back. I'm stuck like this, one foot in, staring inside the room, like I'm waiting for something to emerge from the closet or from under the bed. A recurring dream about an ex and his house. This was the one where I understood it was my ex's home. Before, I wasn't sure whose home I was in. Maybe it wasn't my ex's, and my mind just carried the same qualities of the building over. Whatever the case, this home was haunted. A quiet, deafening silence, with all the lights turned off, begging to not be flicked on. This heavy, thick feeling of unease swarms me, swaddles me in layers, like I'm feeling hot, then cold, then nothing at all. Holding my breath indefinitely. Feet caught in an invisible glue trap, slowly lifitng my legs to go further, to get closer to the impending doom... why? Why was I trying so hard to venture down that hallway, that was never used, with bedrooms that weren't lived in anymore, for no reason other than they weren't acknowledged. I was too curious. Why weren't they used? Why were they haunted? Could I see the ghost if I tried? I don't make it far. I can't even turn the hallway light on, just stand there, hand hovering over the switch, staring into darkness, waiting for my eyes to adjust. A dorm dream, focused on my repeated attempts to get into my dorm room. I remember being stuck on the floor of my dorm, sometimes a random floor, which was unusually small. The elevator was having a hard time and the stairs weren't an option for whatever reason. Felt like fear? Even getting on the antique elevator made me nervous; I just remember the dark painted wooden walls with deep moss green panels, and equally mossy low pile carpet made the space feel even tinier. One window on each floor, partially obstructed by the fire escape. 3 doors on each floor, so it would seem to be a small building. From the outside it looked much bigger, in any appearance it took. Once I was finally able to get back in, it was much lighter and brighter. Pale grey walls, concrete flooring, and cliche dorm rugs throughout. A huge window in the main room and bedroom. It was a weird timeline of having roommates, then just me and my cat. But it kept jumping around and sometimes I'd go back to find the multiple roommates, and other times be blissfully happy to find I lived alone. It became a weird, stressful chain of events. Sometimes I thought my roommates were going through my things or eating my food. Sometimes I thought they recorded me through hidden cameras. Confronting them was usually met with a mix of gaslighting, or them being innocent and me being paranoid. The dorm was quite messy and erratic when I had roommates. It was much tidier and felt more welcoming when it was just me... I found myself consumed by fear if I would come back to the roommates.