I had lots of strange dreams last night, but instead of recording one, I will just talk a little about a semi-recurring dream.
My brother, who is two years older than me, just came in to my office to chitchat. We were talking about our old house (where we grew up). My parents built the house, and it was beautiful. A few years ago, they sold the house, and inadvertently entered into a court battle about property lines and other unpleasant issues. Anyhow, he mentioned this morning, that he doesn’t have the bad dreams about the house any more. “Wait a minute, you were having bad dreams too?!” I told him that I also have dreams about the house.
I went on to tell him that I always dream that somehow I’ve managed to get in the house, and I’m going about normal things. Looking around, doing something in the kitchen, when I realize it’s not our house any more. What am I doing in there?! Just as I realize it’s no longer our house, I look out the window and the new people pull in the driveway. I always have to escape, either through the basement into the woods, or out the back deck, by jumping off of the railing.