An open record of things people cannot explain

Place withheld · 2013-12-02 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

An account

So when I first recall the dream, I am with a group of my friends about to enter into a house. It looks perfectly normal on the outside: a standard, middle-class American house, painted a medium blue in color and two stories. I am unsure why we are going inside, but I am with my friends so I follow them on in. Coming inside I find us in what seems to be an exceptionally long hallway with only the way we came in and another door that continues on into the home. My friends quickly run through the next door, leaving me behind. Running to catch up with them, I am surprised to find that when I follow through the door they are no where in the room, and I come upon a kitchen. It is completely void of life and when I holler for my friends I get no response. Concerned, I turn back around and go back through the door that I had just entered through. However, to my dismay, I am not back in the hallway. Now I am in a bathroom and there is a girl sitting on top of the toilet cover, a laptop in her lap as she steadily types away. I am highly confused at this point and attempt to speak with her, asking her where my friends are, but she seems to blatantly ignore me and continues typing on her keyboard. I leave her to go through the door I entered once more and find myself in yet another room. I am steadily freaking out at this point, quickly running through doors and rooms to try to find my friends and get myself out of that house. Occasionally I come across people but they act as if I do not exist at all and ignore any interaction. I run quickly through as many doors as I can, and I finally come across a door that looks different, this one painted entirely black as opposed to the plain wooden doors that made up all the others. I reach for the knob and slowly open the door. Just as I open it all the way, an external force in reality awakens me and draws me from the dream.

 

Has this happened to you?

Write it down while you still remember the details. We will look for the others.

Tell us what you saw

Know someone this happened to?

If this reminds you of something a friend or a relative told you once and never mentioned again, send them this page. Reading that a stranger described the same thing is usually the part that helps.

By emailBy text

Nothing is tracked back to you and nothing is sent on your behalf. The link is just the page you are reading.

This dream journal entry comes from the DreamViews research corpus (CC BY-NC 4.0), anonymised by its authors before release. We reproduce it with attribution and remove anything on request.