DID Dreams

I have reoccurring dreams about moving into a new house and finding secret doors in the basement. Most of them are terrifying. The one I had the other day was scary, but hopeful. I am hopeful that if I write it out and share it here, maybe you all can help me find things I'm overlooking from it.

The one I had months ago that repeated a few times, the house was very old and run down. We (kids and I) moved into it. I went into the basement after living there for a few weeks and noticed a door I had never seen before. I opened it. The door led into a room carved by hand into the dirt. It was a work shop of sorts. There were old deep freezers and refrigerators with the heads of children in them. There were tools covered in blood laying around. I heard a noise from the basement part of the house. A man was there and was coming through the door. I saw another door leading to a new room. I went in there to hide. There were tables of bones, jars full of body parts, ect. Then I saw a window leading outside. I went through it and got out.

I walked around outside and saw boney hands sticking out of the dirt. I dug up some tiny skeletons. Then I called the police. They came but said they couldn't do anything since the crimes were committed to long ago. That it was up to me as the home owner to dig up the bodies, match up the heads, and give the kids a proper burial. The police checked the house and said that no one else was there- they couldn't find the man that I saw. They told me the man that use to live there and was responsible for these deaths had died 20 years ago and it was not possible that he was there now. One of the police men handed me a shovel, told me to give them a proper burial, wished me luck and walked away.

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The dream I had the night before last was similar. I moved into a new house. This house was brand new though- just built. It was our first day there and my kids got on the bus for school. After they left, I went downstairs to do some laundry. I noticed a door.

The door opened into a garage but the garage door wouldn't open. I didn't know I had a garage. There was a door on the other side of the room that I went through, thinking it would lead outside and I could find out why the garage door wouldn't open. It led to another room instead. It was all cement and filled with old things. An old bed still with blankets, and old black and white tv. I thought it was cool and I could turn it into a fun play room for my kids after I hauled the junk out and cleaned it.

Then I saw another door. The doors didn't stop showing up. There were so many rooms, each worse than the last. Darker, dirtier, filled with junk, trash. After about 10 rooms, there were rats and snakes hiding in the corners. After about 20 rooms there were ghosts of children. Then monsters started showing up in the rooms. I kept going though. After about 40 rooms, I opened the most foul door. The floor was covered in old food, black sludge, the smell was repulsive. It was nearly pitch black. I made my way across it to the door on the other side and was just leaving when something or someone grabbed my arm. I got away but my arm was cut up by claws. I slammed the door behind me.

I ended up in another garage that was much larger than the first. There were two garage doors and windows all along one wall. I went to one garage door but I couldn't open it. I was on my way to the other door when I heard voices. I looked out the window and saw the my children's father standing outside with a group of men smoking a joint and talking. Pounding on the window and yelling, I got his attention. He came over and asked what I was doing in there. I looked around outside and could see the school bus coming to drop the kids off. I told him to get me out as the kids were going to be home and I had to be there when they got home. "That big door is stuck. You'll never be able to open it. Go to the smaller garage door on the other side and hit the button. That door opens. Just be careful because it is uphill and very muddy," and then he walked back to his friends.

There was a slight muddy hill to get to the other garage door but I could see the button. As soon as I started up the climb, the hill became impossible. It was maybe on a 20 degree slant when I started, but the higher I got the more steep it became. It was nearly a 90 degree slant when I fell to the bottom. I was muddy, bruised, cut, hurt my ankle when I fell, and I broke off whole finger nails when I was climbing.

I got back to the window and called to him again. He laughed at me and made fun of me with his friends. Then some other guy started walking towards the window that was off in the distance. I could still see my kids bus coming up the road. At first, this man was my grandfather who I adore, that died many years ago. As he got closer, it was Azel, my ISH. He told me "the path out gets more steep the further you go. There is no easy way out. You have to go back the way you came. Go back through all the rooms and take the children you find with you as you go. Don't be afraid. I'll come with you." And then Azel stepped through wall.

Then the alarm went off.

There is no easy way out of this, is there? I have to go through the rooms and help the people I find. The whole dream I was just worried about my kids. Every time I opened a new door I thought it would the one that lead to outside. That I could just get out, run back to the house, seal off the first door, and never worry about it again.

I hate dreams like this.

Dreams are so subjective that only you can decide what they mean for you. However, it is said that often times houses are representative of the self. In that vein, if you were opening new doors within yourself and putting together pieces of broken children and trying to escape but realizing that because it's been so long nobody can really do anything, yet it's still up to you to put the pieces together and properly mourn the children who suffered such torture. Just a guess...

Thanks Boopsy! I try to remember and take meaning from my dreams. These dreams are often scary but I know they are important. Thanks for telling me dreams about houses are usually representations of self. It makes sense.

I keep looking for the easy button and I can't find it. Cleaning out the rooms is hard and I really don't want to do it.

I found this interesting. I searched for dream meanings and got this link. http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/

I found the entry on houses: "House
To see a house in your dream represents your own soul and self. Specific rooms in the house indicate a specific aspect of your psyche. In general, the attic represents your intellect, the basement represents the unconscious, etc."

This applies to my inner world house too. The house in my inner world is called "the Castle" and is 4 stories. The basement is where the littles are held and the top floor can only be accessed by my ISH.

So I looked up other dream meanings for things in my inner world. My ISH put a creek running through the Woods (part of my inner world) a while back. "Creek. To see a creek in your dream represents personal energy flow and steady emotional release." He put it there after I processed some very bad memories.

Anyways, I used that dream website to look up various things in my inner world and was surprised how well the meanings seem to match up.

Fascinating how symbolization has so much meaning!

I like that website as a whole as well. Your dream is fascinating, however, I'm no help, just it sounds like it's a positive dream, like your on a path of healing.

I just posted this into an another site but started to think that it might fit here even better. It's one of the weirdest in long list of my weird things:

So it was an ordinary day and I didn't even try to have lucid dreams or anything. I went into bed and thought about ordinary daily stuff and apparently I had fallen to a sleep at some point as my thoughts were disturbed by a loud chatter and bright lights coming through my eyelids. I assumed that my sister had opened the door with the tv yelling on the background or something. When I got my eyes opened and my blurry vision got better I found myself in a hospital bed with nurses around. All confused I asked all the right questions: What happened? Where am I? Who are you? I was told that I had an accident and have been in a coma for a few weeks. I didn't question it at the time as I was undeniably in hospital.

Few hours later when my parents and siblings got into the hospital I realized that something was way off - I was surrounded by total strangers who claimed to know me. I told them my parents names, ages, where we lived ect. but they still insisted that it all was just an hallucination induced by coma.
Nurses explained to me that I had had a brain injury and that my memory will come back eventually. About my other life they told me that that they have heard so much weirder 'true' stories from other patients.

Largest shock happened next day when I got up from the bed and saw myself from the mirror: 'I' was a girl now! ***small possible trigger warning*** I still clearly remember the feeling when you touch your breasts just to realize that they're real and then check the downstairs to see if anybody is home only to realize that nothing is there. *** END ***
I was in shock, but in the coming weeks in hospital I got to know my family and my other past somewhat faded. I 're'learned all the girly staff from my sister. I still thought it was weird to be a girl but I rationalized that I had been in a coma and my new family seemed to know me so I better get used to it.

Anyway to make a very very long story short I got out of the hospital. Went back to school graduated. Went to university, met my future husband, became a chemist, we bought a house, I got two kids.

None of this felt like a dream. Time wasn't quirky, lights lit up perfectly, I red newspapers, was bored, excited, menstruating, sick and in love. And it would have definitely hurt had tried to fly or walk through walls. I had to live all the dull moments and the most exciting ones. Time felt completely continuous (I guess I've mentioned it a few times now).

So I got my happily ever after, but i never got my memories back from the precoma period. I still remembered things like 'I thought I was a boy when I woke up fron the coma' but it didn't bother me that much until later I started to have flashbacks from my 'another' life.

Again to make a long story short I started to write down stuff. Later I even had a 'psychopath' wall with information about by other life. I was obsessed to know the truth. Then my husband forced me to see a therapist who a little bit later recommended a hospitalization because I was clearly slipping towards a psychosis. I opposed it a lot.
We never made to any decisions as one day while I was driving home from my work in a heavy rain I lost the control of the car and helplessly watched as my car drifted towards a tree - and yes you guessed it - soon I woke up as my heart was bouncing like crazy. I had overslept and it was already noon.

Now if that would have been all there was I probably would have forgotten it a long time ago. But after waking up I was almost as confused as in the beginning. I was sort of happy that I was right all along (in the dreamworld) and my old-new male body felt equally weird with the new appendage that I wasn't used to anymore.
It felt like it had been 20 years since I last were in my room and my body. For a few hours the dreamworld seemed closer to me than the real one.
In the coming weeks I had trouble finding things like keys, scissors and socks which always are in the same place as my brains gave the locations from the 'other house'. I was often lost in school trying to remember ancient things like where was that biology class again...

Even today after over 10 years my imaginary dream kids feel almost equally real as the real ones. I do know it was only a dream but I can't help it as I've lived that dream.