last night in the house in D______, dog in the wall
I am with my family, we have to spend a last night in our house in D______. The house is extremely haunted, and dark. There isn't much sleeping going on, but we do hold hands and walk around the whole building to look once more into each room. For the most part, there is still lots of furniture (though none of it is the way it actually was in real life, it was all just different stuff, and the house itself was different).
In the kitchen, there is a weird kind of ugly old dark thin wooden plank all along the wall, and an island that didn't exist in real life. The entire kitchen is about half the size it was. The window over the sink faces onto a completely different back yard. The wooden plank thing covers wooden implements. I lift the plank and look at the implements, and wonder why they are still there. I take one or two small things I think might be useful, like little spatulas. My mother is there for a moment, very cheerful, and we chat about whatever. She has brought us here, or she has decided to sell and that's why we're here.
The upstairs hall is extremely scary, and as my brother and I creep around looking in each room one last time, I refuse to look into my old room. I simply stare straight ahead. I look into all the other rooms, though. I wish we could spend more time in them, but I'm also very happy to get out of the creepy atmosphere.
When we're back downstairs, I feel better again. My mother goes to bed at some point, with the dog. Not sure which dog. She is arranged on a big bed in the downstairs, which now has a few more rooms, including this big room where her bed is, just stuck in the middle of the room.
My siblings and I hang out in another part of the house, in the big room next to the kitchen, the informal one. There is an entry way there next to the fireplace, which in real life would have led to the garage, by way of under the staircase to the studio, but in this dream leads to a hidden set of dark spaces. A ghost of some sort inhabits this space, and I am trying to get the ghost to be contained in this space so that it doesn't bother us.
But I'm not effective at this, and the ghost makes a white standing fan, which is not plugged in, whir to life in a very disconcerting way now and then. Y is there and laughs about it, touches the fan. I tell her to please not make jokes about the chord.
At some point I go into the powder room that was by the kitchen in real life but here is off a new hallway that didn't exist. The house in this dream has lots of ivory colored thick plush carpets, which it did not ever have when we were there. In the powder room, I am applying makeup, mostly pink, but also powder blue. I apply it all over my face, cheeks, and chest. I like it. Someone pops in at some point and we chat briefly.
The fan is acting up again, and I try all my tricks to force the entity or ghost or whatever back into the crawl space. Nothing works. Finally, a voice tells me to ask my dad to help. So I ask him, out loud, to help. Instantly, the fan stops and everything is ordered. There is barking. A dog suddenly runs out of the space there, a fluffy-ish, medium-sized white dog with a dark head, some kind of mix. It has a collar. It runs up to me and is quite friendly, I interact with it. There is confusion as to whether this dog is my father, or the ghost, or what the heck is happening. People are shocked. I send the dog outside, then have second thoughts and wonder if I should let the dog back in. I go outside and there is the dog, also wondering, stopped and looking back at me. We're both undecided.
I wake up and feel very unrested and unsettled.
