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The dream started in a boiler room. I was not lucid at this point. Strangely enough, I saw <PERSON>. I remember not fearing him at all. I felt as if he was just there, as if I was "seeing gravity." I saw him run up to me, unopposed I let him have a go at my throat. I felt a sudden surge of fear at that moment, but felt nothing. This is when I awoke, but it was not my room. At this point I remembered reading of false awakening and I realized I was not in reality.. At that point I heard a scraping at my door. When I looked up my arm was extended with <PERSON>'s glove on it. I then remember jumping from the second story of the home, only to discover the ground was endless. I stuck out my hand as to catch myself. In doing so I clutched a ledge that I had not seen before. Above that ledge was a series of manors. I ran straight for the manor only to find they were merely an image. As I remained running through the mansions, I came to the final home. My grandfather's home from my childhood. We spent nearly a year their when I was a very young child. I was always fearful of this place, I believed there was something wrong, and this came to life in my dream. I saw images of all my dead relatives, and I decided I would like to see my late father. When confronted with him, walking into the room, with not a clear view of his face, I awoke.