Houses

Date: 8/29/2017

My parents moved house to this beautiful new place. I remember feeling so relieved that they left their house for a smaller one! It was much smaller, but I was walking around and showing them areas that they could extend it. It was kind of like an old, witchy, barn looking place, and still had so much clutter left from the previous owners inside. I actually found a handful of mac lipsticks, which I was stoked about and tried them all on! The last colour was so nice - kinda like a browny, reddish pumpkin colour, straight out of the 90s, except this one burned my lips and I couldn't wash it off with water! So desperately looked for some coconut oil... I can't remember if I ever got it off. I also found a load of rare ID magazines from the 80s, which I clung on to. This dream kind of fizzled out into the next dream, in which it was the same deal - my parents were moving house. Again I was feeling really pleased that they were moving, and the new place was actually a really nice and relatively big classic building. I was especially happy that they weren't going to be neighbours with Hamed and Marsa anymore, I always felt that those two took my parents' generosity for granted. In fact the people who bought their house were Iranian, and I thought that Hamed and Marsa would be pleased about that but it turns out that none of them wanted to associate with each other for some reason. Anyway, this new house that my parents bought was great, except that the garden was so messy and it was actually some kind of historical building that the public were allowed to come and walk though. My mum started weeding the garden and then asked me to do it instead, I was actually really annoyed about it because the weeds were really tall Cactus plants !!!! And I told my mum that she was asking me to go out there and hurt myself, she responded with absolutely no sympathy, so I started looking for some sellotape. I found some where it's normally kept at work (in DG) but just like at work, there wasn't much left. I decided to start wrapping it around my legs anyway, to see how far I could get spike-proofing my legs. [It might be worth mentioning that I have actually done this in real life before on a job my parents sent me out to do, in which I had to pick up data on a pipeline running through thick patches of brambles, and it did really protect my legs from the brambles]. By the time I got back to the garden door, it turns out that my brother had already finished the job! I was shocked and asked him how he did it without getting really hurt, and he just told me that the roots were really loose, and the spikes were actually just soft. I felt ashamed. Not sure what happened after this, but I know that I remained in this dream for a while. So I have moved on now into a whole new dream/setting, but kind of in a ground-hog day fashion... my parents were moving house. This house was actually massive, and very fancy and was in Guildford. This time I was apprehensive about their decision and kept questioning the logic of moving into a better, more expensive house. They took me to go to see it, and the place was actually fascinating! I started to feel excited as I ran around and explored the building. It was like a mansion with really long corridors, and had several rooms just like a hotel. It was very dated though, with insanely high ceilings, and curtains that ran right from the top to the bottom. The carpets were that kind of mold-green and the curtains matched with a darker green and gold spiral patterns. Each room had an old school boxy TV from the 90s, and there were weird hotel amenities like a kettle and a bowl of fruits. Each room had something different about it though, and a few had half eaten food that I expected to be mouldy because no one was supposed to have inhabited this place for years, but it seemed somewhat fresh. In some rooms the beds were made, others weren't. And in every one a light was on and the TV or radio was on, so I was switching them off as I went along to save electricity. One room even had a condom in an unopened packet laid out on the bed, I could see the outline of the condom and it was heart-shaped, and I thought that was really weird. The house was super tall and it took me a while to explore it... I found this beautiful spiral staircase and I ran to the bottom... this got me really dizzy and all I found was a door that was ajar, leading to a small storeroom which had a light on... but I couldn't get in because the spiral meant that the door was super small. It was normal height, but about a quarter width of a normal doorway. Anyway I wasn't so bothered by it, and went on to explore the rooms again to count them all. There were seven along the ground floor, and when I got to the last room, it was quite clearly a child's room. It was smaller than all the rest and there was a small single bed with blue bed sheets, the carpet was blue, and the curtains were a dull mint green, made of fleece. They were closed so I decided to open them, but they weren't set on a pole, instead a piece of laundry string. It was all kind of crappy but clean inside. I started walking back along the shared balcony/porch bit outside of all the rooms. The view was gorgeous, English countryside - a real holiday vibe. As I was walking along, interior design ideas flooded my head and I was excited about how beautiful my parents could make this place... except that they would need millions of £ to do that! But I was comforted in knowing that I didn't have to live there and that it was their burden this time. I found my mum in one room and my dad in the room next to it. Both had the doors to the porch bit open so they could communicate with each other. It was like they were on holiday and staying in a hotel... I mentioned to them that this house must have been a hotel, but neither of them seemed to know it's history. I brought up how weird it was that there were lights on, and half eaten fruit etc in all of the rooms and they both just brushed that comment aside as well. I started talking to them both about the potential of the place to be a great airbnb business! They were both really into the idea! But my dad less so about redecorating. I remember feeling really irritated by this, and trying to explain that there was no way that they could run a business out of a place that was as dated as that. I'm not quite sure how this continued. The next thing I remember is that the sun went down and it turned dark outside, all of the lights switched on automatically, along with the TVs and radios. I saw a woman at the end of the corridor... she was blonde with short hair and moved in a disturbing way. I went to try and talk to her, and I think she was distressed, but nothing that she was saying made sense. Then I think she just disappeared... And it suddenly dawned on me that FUCK this place is haunted!!! And I knew it, when I saw the unmade beds and half eaten trays of fruit and stuff, I had considered this but brushed that thought aside because I didn't want to sound like an idiot. Suddenly I could hear a child crying, so I ran down to that kid's room. There was a full grown man lying on the bed. He was a big black man, who was dressed as a boxer and covered in sweat, but he was lying there crying and it sounded like a child's cry. My parents were nowhere to be seen, and it is at this point that the dream starts fading from my memory :( I'm not sure what else happened but after all of this I woke up to find out that I had been asleep for about 13 hours... to make up for that night I went out at 2am, and squeezed in 1 hour sleep before having to get up and be at work all day. I feel like I've just woke up from a coma!!! EDIT: I forgot to mention that at some point in my dream, I think it may have been in the second house, I was eating this white chocolate and sea salt cookie that I had to resist earlier on in real life. It tasted sooo goooooooooooooood.