Date: 5/14/2023
By itsliz
My dream first started out with somehow showing up to a church to meet Chris. For some reason I had Candice's car, though. We had just finished meeting and wanted to head home but I realized I had no way of bringing both cars to their destination. I told him that I couldn't go swimming because of the timing, and then spent some time asking him to help me since he already went swimming. We both saw a nearby man having what seemed to be like a picnic — VERY abnormal. I didn't feel safe so I asked Chris to help me with the cars. He said he likes roomy cars so if we returned one, he'd rather it be Candice's car since it looks roomier. I agree and he joins me. Somehow it turns into a different dream! I guess Chris helped me and I was onto a different task so my brain could avoid the awkward drives. Now I think I'm in my mom's old wrecked orange car for some reason as I lead my brother and dad in the car behind me to check out a house. We drive through the forest and arrive at the rundown looking house. On the outside it looks sort of cottage-core, but too rundown and broken to be restored but we go in anyway. On the inside, it's a traditional Japanese-styled house, but there's so many things inside that it's obvious it was left abandoned. The layout doesn't make much sense with a small "living room" and 2 bedrooms along the wall. 1 is too small and has to be an office space and the other bedroom seems bigger than the living room. We open the office space to a BEAUTIFUL view of either an ocean or a large lake. I decide this place HAS to be haunted if it wasn't bought yet, with no one to greet us and with everything left abandoned. My dad goes to check out more places in the house and Michael calls for my attention urgently. He points out a small white and black form and it's beginning to get stuck in the water because of slippery rocks and we realize it's a baby goat. Knowing it'll drown with no way to get out of the water, I quickly go to the water's edge and it actually comes to me! I pluck it out of the water, not too wet, and climb out holding it. It's soft and nestles into my arms for warmth since it's cool outside. I come back up and my brother and dad are done. I quickly peek around a corner to the small hallway and the mess of junk is bigger, making it impossible to go further. I come back to the cars and put the goat in mine and say I need to put my food (that I somehow have) into a container and that I'll be back. I go inside and start to clean a bowl. I tell the spirits I think are there to leave me unbothered, as I contemplate if I'll be haunted if I bring something from here. My inner question is answered as a ghost appears with eyes that seemed to have slightly popped out of its eye sockets with a butcher knife in hand. The wife pops out from behind him with crazy hair sticking out, both bearing teeth in deep frowns. I book it out to the car with the goat and my brother and dad have already left. I leave and cross the road to a church to deposit the goat or at least see if it's someone else's goat since they must live nearby and therefore go to this church. I find a lady who is willing to help, but must be having her own storyline and plot. She tries to see if the goat is in my pocket but I already have a raccoon in there that pokes its head out. I apologize and then I pull the goat out of my bag a little and she understands whose it is. I become her and she goes into her office to call up the owner of the goat. A man comes in, and I have the distinct feeling this is the perfect excuse to lure him in and question him about a murder I suspect he did. He starts catching on nearly immediately and tries to beat (me) the woman up. I fend him off and tell the REAL me to leave. Now that I'm me, I run to my car with the goat and drive off and then wake up.