Dreams from a year ago...

These both happened back to back on the same night...
1

Jessica was hanging out at my place and needed to leave, so I followed her down the stairs. She needed to go to her job in Prague, and was going to ride her Vespa to get there. ((One of things you just accept in dreams)) She had parked her scooter in my entry hallway ((not the garage)), and opened the door and started to shimmy said scooter out the door. It was raining. She got the scooter halfway out when she turned around to head back upstairs. “I forgot something.” I follow her up the stairs. We round through the living room and she heads up the stairs to the 3rd floor. I lose track of her, somehow, but quickly find her in my bathroom. She’s crying. Hard. Red cheeked and tears pouring from her eyes.
“What’s… the matter?” I asked. Specifics of the conversation are lost to me, but the gist is that she was incredibly depressed because she was sleeping with guys to make herself feel loved and appreciated and attractive. I throw my arms around her in a comforting and controlling hug. I hug her to let her know that it’s ok, and to keep her from hurting herself because she’s starting flail. She sort of wriggles her way out of the bathroom and suddenly she’s naked. “You’re naked,” I say. “Yeah,” gesturing to the window, “maybe someone will see me.” She cries harder, implying that she wanted to be seen and lusted after to make herself feel better. I put my hands on her face to force her look at me. We fall to the ground into a sitting position with our legs intertwined together. Looking into her red face with glassy blood shot eyes I say something along the lines of, “Jess… I’m the only outside opinion that should matter to you, and I think you’re beautiful. Know that.”

I wake up.

((Mind you… I don’t actually believe the things she told me in this dream. I know her views on sex, I don’t believe she seeks it to make herself feel pretty.))

2

Started off in 3rd person. Like I was floating around watching things happen.

The Munsters had decided to move back into their old home ((which for some reason was a San
Francisco style row house)). It’s like the family had all split up, and all of a sudden the family was
whisking through the air like ghosts. ((like the spirits that came out of the Ark in Indiana Jones, or the Deatheaters in Harry Potter)) They all fly into this row house, and the weather gets cloudy, and the façade get darks. A cast iron fence literally grows out of the ground, but it’s spindly, organic, and claw-like. This statue grows out of the door. It’s a well dressed, butler type man, but he’s muscular with an angry face.

I knew I had to get inside ((but no idea why)).

While sneaking through the bushes and trees, a trick or treater approaches the home and knocks. The fence and the statue come alive. Weaving around like octopus tentacles. The statue is yelling in a booming voice. “Your soul belongs to me know! How dare you approach!” The kid is grabbed by the gate and dragged into the structure of the house. The fence and the statue are still snaking around, as if they are looking for something. I scramble to hide under a bush by a wall, but it barely covers me. The statue looks right at me over the wall, but apparently doesn’t see me and leans back to become part of the home as the fence calms down. I make it to a window where I hear from somewhere to show love to get in. I use my finger to smudge a large heart shape into the dirt and filth on this basement window. Repeated over the lines even though they’re pretty clean at this point. I guess I’m spotted because the fence and the statue come alive again. Not really coming after me at first, and they’re slow moving. I look back to my window heart and the outline is now glowing red. Pushing on the heart, it pops out as if cut with a glass cutter. Diving into the basement, apparently they haven’t been alerted to my presence. The inside of this row house is more like an old church or elementary school. Painted cinderblocks and vinyl tiles, and long, barren hallways. I still don’t know ((or don’t remember)) what I’m looking for, as I duck from room to room. Moving through the hallways, I dodge… people. Nothing menacing about them, but I know they’re not good people.

Eventually I get noticed, and a chase ensues. I continue running down these hallways, being chased by an ever increasing number of people. I duck into a stairwell and drag the chase with me, hoping to lose them amongst the stairs. The plan backfires when I run out of floors and get cornered at the bottom of the stairs. Hundreds hands descend upon, but they aren’t particularly menacing. They just seem to hold me in place, though gently, it’s still hard to move with that many hands.

They move me into the hallway where I’m approached by this devil like character ((I guess)). Well dressed and well spoken. The conversation is lost to me, but he seems to give me options for salvation, but I have to find it. I follow him through the hallway quickly. The crowds of people are still behind me, chasing me, so I’m ducking into rooms that this devil suggests to me. That maybe the next room will have what I’m looking for. However, it’s one deception after another. Each room is filled with different types of living things. Each one is a letdown, and each one adds to the chase behind me. Ducking into rooms closes the gap between me and the mob, and eventually they’re mostly on top of me. So I’m shaking off grabbing arms, and pushing away hands. I run into rooms with small children, so then they join the chase behind me. I run into a room with the elderly, so then they join the chase behind me. I run into a room with cats, so they join the chase behind me. All the elderly wanted is the embrace and connection with the youth that I seemed to represent. They’re chasing behind me talking about “Give us a kiss” and what not. Now, the cats are a whole different matter. After leaving the room, I’m suddenly covered in cats. Four or five cats now cling to me, digging their claws into me. I try to pry them off, but they mostly hold fast. I take one into my arms because they seem, like the elderly, to want my attention. This one in my arms wrestles to get away, but when I try to set it free, it grabs my
arms and won’t let go. I’m not covered in lots of tiny, itchy needles. This chase is slowly turning into my own personal hell. With to many hands to break free of, my progress becomes slow, but this devil is still moving in front of me at speed.

At some point, we leave the building and the chase continues down the street. I see that we’re going towards a house, and I think to myself, “This has to be!” I approach the house, and the front door opens. People who I’ve never seen before greet me with smiles and welcome me inside. I’m very disappointed as I move through this house. There’s a whole family who are excited to see me and patting me on the back and hugging me. I struggle to move through the house and out the back door. The devil leads me farther down the street to another house. The door opens and it’s my Aunt. She greets me with the same enthusiasm as the previous family. The devil seems upset and stops at the sidewalk. The mob behind me stops too. I move through the home where my family awaits me. There’s a big dinner prepared for this family reunion.

Then, for some reason, at the dinner table in this tiny kitchen, amongst literally all of my family, is Jessica standing between cousins in the corner. She’s visible crying. Glassy eyed and wet faced, we make eye contact and I freeze, and she looks down at her feet.

I wake up. Like before, I lay in bed, I have no idea what woke me up. I’m completely calm and nothing is going on around me.