Amurehna

I'm in my apartment but it doesn't feel like home.
It feels like I spent a lot of time somewhere else and returned here, finally, to all my things.
I'm in the living room late at night, very few lights are on. A woman tells me that there are spiders but she has dealt with most of them. The only one left is in my room. I observe her from the other end of the hall. She opens a green container that she has caught the spider in. All in all, it is not a very large specimen, having maybe a 2 to 3 inch leg span. She shrieks when it leaps from the container onto a boxspring leaning against the wall, then she murders the spider with a woodcutting axe.
I laugh a lot internally, thinking "Oh. Okay. That was a bit excessive."
I wander around the once familiar, now foreign, apartment. I want to sleep but I know there are spiders and I know I won't sleep soundly with them crawling around.

There's a lapse and I find myself viewing a new apartment that is supposed to be better. Yet it is cramped and oddly shaped. Many of the fixtures are broken and there is water everywhere. I'm with a co-worker who used to be my manager. He tries to convince me this place is better, that I'll finally have a real landlord, but I don't quite believe him. It is rundown and leaky and falling to pieces. I remember walking into a wedge shaped bathroom, so narrow that I could hardly fit between the vanity and the wall, the vanity top was chipping, marbled blue-green. When I looked around the apartment I saw all the countertops were that same color, along with one concrete room with a round concrete tub at its center.

I dreamt that the science branch of the government sent a team of witches (men and women, both) to alternate universes to combat a dimension hopping entity called the Hunger. They were advised to only keep company within their group, as consorting with strangers could lead to complications. One man had grown attached to a woman in their group, she was tall, with light caramel skin, a narrow face, she had blue eyes and curly dark blond hair pulled into two short tufts on the top of her head.
She was fond of him but easily switched to another of their number. He resents how easily she left him, and ends up asking for consent when he decides to court someone else in the group. She gives a small nod, which he also resents, because it proves how little she felt for him.
They are under the direction of an old scientist they call Grandfather, there are ten of them. They have traveled to another universe. It is dark there. The only light is dim and red, all the rooms cavernous. Empty. They can't decide what to do because the timeline is unclear. Action could either eradicate the Hunger, or incite mass infection. The man and his former consort sit on a log in the middle of a very large room. Grandfather is across from them. The man admits that he knows which course of action they could take.
She says, "You can't know. We would need a Seer."
He confesses that he was a part of the famous 'failed' experiment. The one, years ago, that intended for children to keep their psychic abilities well into adulthood. Her eyes turn to him and his features become indistinct, shining with a dull, opaque light, a small horn protruding from his forehead. She can't quite believe it. Witches were common, but that experiment means he is no longer human, he is Andan. He smiles a little sadly, and knowing that this only widens the gulf between them, and insists he knows what they should do next.
For the rest of the dream I do not see him as a flesh and blood person, just the opaque light with human outlines.

There's a brief interlude where I believe I am his intended, and we run across a field. There is a quest, like in a game, a challenge for lovers. I run straight toward it, but have a moment of sadness and doubt, because he is reluctant to join me, so I avoid it too. Then I pretend I never intended to accept the challenge.