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Maggots

I think I was in my Dad's old house. It had been neglected. IWL I feel this has something to do with my father having passed. That's not based on dream interpretation formula, but my general sense and emotion.

There were some kind of worms and or maggots on a wet floor. I didn't want to think about cleaning it up, but this was disgusting, so I resigned myself to clean the mess, but at that point the dream ended.

Demon House

I might call this the Haunted house, the house I dreamed of has become a recurring house in my "nightmares." The scariest dream was the first time I dreamed it. There is a big house and inside it's trashed. It makes leaving hard when it comes time to escape the demon. The house is also huge, so you have a long way to go when it's time to run away.

This night I approached a different door, but I knew it went to this demon house. I was trying to explain to a DC that this house really WAS haunted, stressing there was a demon in the house.

I don't mind this kind of nightmare now, but this house is peculiarly scary. As with my childhood monster, the demon never shows himself. He is simply waking up very slowly--but once he sees you, you are (would be) screwed.

Link to other dreams with this house:

Haunted House

Lucid Dream Game

I saw little creatures that we designed in our Lucid Dream Game. There were about 40 of them. I also saw some white ones, which we haven't discussed making.

I was surprised at how well I was visualizing the scene.

Sleeping in My Old House

I woke up in my old house. I was nervous because I didn't mean to fall asleep there. That would be dangerous since it isn't our house anymore.

I had a false memory of having arrived in the first place. I woke up my brother and told him we had to go. I went to the back door and there was an alarm. I had turned the lock, but I turned it back because I didn't want to trigger the alarm by opening the door.

I went back to get my brother. He was asleep again. I was pissed. I wanted to get the hell out of there. I thought that from the inside, we could go into the basement and head out that way without triggering an alarm, but it was too late. The new owners were home.

I was trying to sneak out while they were in different rooms, but the maid saw me. She was going to let me leave. She seemed to understand I didn't mean any harm. Then one of the owners saw me. I started kind of crying and explaining what had happened.

They didn't seem upset, but I was still trying to explain away why we were in the house.

Then my dad was in the house with his second wife. He was mad at my brother and was being kicked out of the house. I was out watching this all take place, but somehow still trying to escape.