Whine and Cheese

For the first time in a long time, I returned to a old dream.

Years ago, I had a dream about a large, beautiful house that I was buying. It was massive, fully furnished with several bedrooms and bathrooms, and should have been well out of my price-range. However, the realtor sold me on it and I bought the place. I eventually discovered that the place was haunted, particularly the section of the house that had been sealed off, a section that literally doubled the size of the house. I left the haunted house and bought my current one. I remember that when I woke up from the dream, I worried that I had abandoned the mortgage on the first house and that my credit was wrecked. The haunted bits of my dream shook me pretty bad, which is why I remember it so vividly.

Last night, in my dream, I returned to my haunted house. My sister and her family had moved into the haunted house. They were leaving and I was moving into the house. My brother and I were wandering about the house when it reminded me why I had left before. I found a hole in the wall covered in wallpaper. I placed my hand over the loose paper and said, "I am not leaving this time" in defiance to whatever was there.

I remembered that the house had a whole other floor that was more haunted than the main part of the house and I knew I was going to have to go back there at some point. The house was modern in some parts and decorated in 1970s style as you walked further back. The house had ten bedrooms and multiple baths.

At some point, my brother had gotten drunk and started arguing with me. We went outside and I don't recall what he was saying to me, but it was clear that he didn't like the house. As I thought about the haunted house, my only concern seemed to be that I still had to sell my first house and I was hoping I'd get a good price for it. My brother left to go home.

The dream shifted a bit here and I ended up outside in my skivvies with a young lady who seemed as lost as I was. When we finally found my haunted house, it was old and in severe need of repairs. An older man came over and let us in via a crowbar to the front door. I walked in and the house was obviously not lived in for several years, if not decades.

The ghosts started showing up and acting like we were old friends. Some were angry that I'd left while others were happy to see me. The young lady with me was a ghost as well and I guess her job was to lead me back to the house. At some point, the decision was made that I was to die to stay. So the young ghost took a long sharpened pencil and I willingly let her stab me through the heart with it while we sat on the couch. It didn't hurt and I didn't die immediately. As I waited to go on to the next life, I had to get up to pee.

I wandered through the house with the young lady accompanying me. I walked past the kids bedroom where two young boys suddenly rose up from their beds and waved to me. I waved back and told them I'd return in a minute after I went to relieve myself. The lady ghost opened a closet where water was running into an overflowing bucket and down into the flooded basement. I started to pee and said I would hurry...

... and then I woke up.

I wonder if it was triggered by my birthday yesterday, or the junk food I ate last night.