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Kept leaving doors open & unlocked. Finally left my car door open to my moms Tahoe & everything was stolen except credit cards that are were temporary or don't work. The Tahoe door led to to Julia Aason's (cousin) house where they stole everything including furniture , I think. But I couldn't really tell bc i had never been there so I wasn't sure if she had any to begin with. Her roommate was in the house when we got there. At first I screamed at her bc I thought she was the one who robbed the place. She asked how I planned to fix this. I was crying & freaking out. My friends felt bad for me. I was so mad at myself & disappointed. We went outside (heard something?) & there was a couple in a white car that had came back for more stuff. I freaked out on them & for some reason the guy actually looked scared of me. I started after them & he wrecked his car into a pole. I dragged him half way out of the car & he was already bloody from the accident but I started beating the crap out of him. Either my friends or Julia's roommate went after the chick. Then my alarm went off.

I had this dream three times so far- well really, it's not the dream, it's the location of the dream. The first time i had this dream was when i was maybe about six years old. I don't really remember what it was about, but i can give the house's details (probably) pinpoint exact. The next time I had the dream was when i was nine. Again, that house was there, taking role in my dream. The last time (so far) I had the house in my thought was when i was eleven. The house is very old looking; well, not the old, haunted type of old, but an old styled house. Maybe a house that could be from the 1950s. The front of the house overlooks a nearby river that's a good sized river. The front yard is also sizable, too; plenty of room for children to play on. There is a porch that spans from one side to the other side of the front of the house. There's two windows on the first floor that overlook the river; and there is three windows on the top floor. The middle window opens to a balcony. I do not know what the back or the sides of the house look like; it has always been the front (really, only the bottom half of the exterior of the house; i had to really remember to give some detail about the top half), or the inside. From what i can hypothesize is that the house is bigger in the inside than what the outside interprets. There are many rooms, but only two of the rooms have come into play in each of my three dreams. (These dreams come alive when I am in my unconscious state of sleep.) One of the rooms has many small windows. The windows overlook the river so the information about the exterior of the front of the house could be wrong, or, my brain is saying some type of magic is used within the house to make it so that there is more sight of the river. There is about four to five windows that have a little skirt of curtain at the top held by a horizontal pole; then below the skirt are normal curtains. There are wicker and straw tables around the room, flower pots of nothing are placed evenly, there is a wicker couch and chair that have a styled cushion, and that is only one side of the room; i have only seen that side. There is a door that when you would open it, it would take you inside my brother's closet. It was some kind of portal from this "river" house to my actual house. This took place more in my latest dream. And finally, there is this one door that i have never actually opened. I guess you could say my dream persona is a little too apprehensive about opening it. It's a huge metal door that is rounded at the top. There are no windows, no doorknobs, just little intricate metal works of little circles that from a semicircle if you were to look at the door from an angle. In my dreams there have been some ideas as to what's behind this door- this is no normal sized door, it is at least seventeen feet high. Now, i have no clue how this size of a door would fit into a two story house. Thank you for reading and hopefully coming up with a meaning. Some of these "facts" will probably turn out wrong because it has been two years since my last dream of it.

I walked into a house that was supposed to be mine but it wasn't my home. I was wearing a yellow t-shirt and khaki shorts and my skin was tanned. When I looked in the mirror it wasn't my face that I saw. I saw a man that was supposed to be my brother. He had a look of terror on his face. I was ushered into a room where there was a very fat man standing there. I looked at his face and he began to undo his pants. He kept saying that he was going to be gentle with me the first time he was going to rape me. I kept telling him that I was a virgin and he didn't care. He wanted oral sex. I ran from one room to another. It looked like a dining and living room. The man kept chasing after me. I escaped through a window and saw a little garden with a steel solid fence all around. I jumped down into the garden and saw a little brown dog chained to its doghouse. I had to jump over the side of the fence to escape. I could hear the voices of the men who were in the house and the voice of the man who wanted to rape me. I woke up.

Dream kept repeating in certain parts. I was constantly back at the house. Different things happened every time I was at the house. Entered via bathroom (peach with darker door but not too dark). There was just a toilet in the room and I think a window to the right of me. Hole in the door. Dog in other room would see me and put his nose through the hole and sniff. I'd dread opening the door to the dog, but I'd do it and calm it down by stroking it. It was silky smooth. The last time I visited the house, the dog saw me through the hole and as I expected, went to put his nose in the hole and sniff, but he burst down the door instead and ended up right in front of me. This room was grey. Grey walls with photo frames (gold maybe) and grey floorboards. They all looked cracked and the wallpaper looked worn and cracked. There was no furniture in the room, though I think there might have been one set of drawers that were black in a vintage style but very worn and old. On the bottom far left was a door frame without a door. I never went through this door, but I did look out of it. There was a landing which led round to a flight of stairs going down. This landing and the stairs were also grey and worn exactly like the room I was in. Back near to the left of the bathroom there was another room. This door frame actually had a door, which was always open a few inches and looked like there was light shining into the room. I was always too scared to enter that room or to leave the grey room at all. Every time I ended up at this house the dog was a different colour. Once it was black with white spots. Another time, white, golden and black with black spots and smaller ears/nose. Another time it was white with long brown floppy ears. But I knew it was always the same dog. I know it was a male dog. He was always very on edge and almost hyper flighty. Only I could calm him down by stroking him. But he was always scared in some way and really jumpy. And so was I. I was scared of a man, incase he came to the room. I was scared he'd be in this house, but never knew if he was or not. One time, I was riding a bike that was too big. The handle bars were way too high and when I was pedalling my knees were coming up to my cheeks. I was cycling around Manchester early on a morning. People were going to work on the trams (which looked more square and red) and there were buskers dotted along the tram lines. One man made a couple of quid in less than a minute. He also looked poor but he was good at busking. I was cycling along these tramlines and near Arndale then suddenly I was riding down a hill in Easington Colliery and ended up in the bathroom of this house again. One time, people were in the house, 2 girls and a boy walking down the stairs away from me and I had a guitar and threw it to them. They were then gone.

I was in a house with stairs that were really tall, when i got in the house all the windows were small and up towards the ceiling. While we were there it was really dark and loud then a flash light would shine in and it would get quiet. Then police lights came up. The next day my friend called me and told me she got a minor. I was at a laundry mat and a man in a brown coat came up to me and said he had to give me a minor so i told him he couldn't he had no proof.

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