Pink Houses & Zombies

This dream actually happened on 12/7, when my MT login problems began, so I'm setting the date back to when I originally entered it for accuracy's sake.

OK, had a real doozy of a dream this afternoon, gotta write it down before it slips away. Another variation on a house dream (gothic staple, I guess, couple moves into an old house in an unfamiliar area). It started off sort of odd with my husband me that part of the bumper on my car had been ìsort of damagedî. For some reasons, our cars were being stored in someone elseís garage several blocks away, and when I got there it wasnít my current car, it was the green ë73 Corvette I had in my 20ís (my baby!). The entire rear end was missing, leaving a bunch of metal framework sticking out (which isnít the way theyíre actually built, but itís a dream). I freaked completely out, telling my husband that this wasnít minor damage, that someone had stolen the entire rear end and the car wouldnít be driveable now because the gas tank assembly is in the rear and if the car was rear-ended it would explode. (Source of this knowledge is a real-life incident with said car where an idiot at a Jiffy Lube backed the car into a cross pole, cracking the fiberglass rear bumper and damaging the gas tank mount) This part of the dream went on for a few minutes longer, with me trying to figure out how anyone got to the car in a locked garage, then came to the realization that someone else had keys to the garage. Then we walked back home, and looked at my own garage, which had one of those old-fashioned garage doors that opens all as one piece (and is not lockable I suppose, I saw one on HGTV's House Hunters the other day and remember thinking that I donít like those type of doors) and I pulled the door open and the Corvette was backed into the garage seemingly intact now...

I think at this point in the dream I realized that the house we were living in was a pink stucco house (part of the same episode of House Hunters), which alarmed me a bit. I thought that we had moved into some small town or something, then I began looking around and realized that we were really close to downtown Houston, I could see the skyline all around us, and were in an older neighborhood but still in the same city. We went into the house, walking through sort of a big enclosed porch area where our black & white kitty (who passed away a few years ago) was playing and then wandered into a large home office area and I thought this is a nice house after all...

Then my parents were there at the house and we walked a few blocks to a little home-style neighborhood restaurant where we were sat at an outdoor table (we never do that in Houston, the weatherís too bad). Then it was me and my parents and brother and my dad is telling me to eat more of the food and I looked and saw that they were serving all of the vegetables first, and they had brought like 20 different types and four or five different dishes were sort of crammed together on top of each other in the same bowl, which was a little frustrating. I ate a bit, and then I wandered upstairs where there seemed to be a radio stationís offices. People were assembling boxes of things to take to a promo event (tee shirts, passes, etc.) and a DJ was broadcasting live from a fishtank-like glass room on the second floor. I went back downstairs and realized my family had finished dinner and left.

This is where the dream starts to get weird. I begin to walk back to the house, I have the keys so I figure no problem. On the way back I see two young black men leap off the second story of a house, landing on concrete and then they run away, unhurt. (Possibly triggered by the story I read last night of a German girl who jumped out of a window to commit suicide and lay on the pavement as people passed her by, thinking she was doing performance art) Only I end up at the wrong house, the keys donít work. And then it dawns on me Iím lost, I donít even know the address or street Iím looking for, only that the house is pink and on a corner. I wander in circles for blocks trying the keys on different houses and finally find what I believe is the right house. I go up to one of the many doors and try the keys and they work, but then I see that the opening for the door is only about four inches wide and I canít enter. I go to other doors, many of which appear to have been painted shut and now have furniture butted up against them. I walk around the outside, finding an open-air neighborhood store on one side of the house with lots of christmas lights hanging all around. I keep walking around the block and find that the house is actually half of a duplex, the other half is painted a greenish color. There is also some sort of childrenís private school on the back of the second floor. I keep wandering around the house, trying my keys and finding doors that go nowhere or only open into other outdoor areas. I run into a girl who says she had lived in the house before us and also thought the floor plan was sort of weird, had bad Feng Shui. I ask her how to get into the house, but she disappears. There are lights on inside, but now most of the doors in the front of the house are several feet off the ground, with only one or two small stairs that end too low to reach the doorway.

I go back upstairs where the school is, and unlock a series of doors that just lead me onto the roof of the duplex next door. So I climb around the edge of the roof trying to find a way in. I step out onto an area that turns out to be a metal carport and it falls to the ground. I go back the other way and an skirting the edge of the roof and find myself just barely clinging on to a narrow ledge. I think at this point I decide to give up and jump down, which I somehow also survive without getting hurt. (Iím terrified of heights and falling, BTW).

I go back through the store area and find some more stairs that go up to the house. Someone else is with me now, and Iím trying doors again to no avail, when I open one and there is a very large naked woman standing inside of one (though itís till not inside the house). I slam the door shut and exclaim ìOops, naked person!î but the girl Iím with tells me itís OK to go in, but I donít go in.

About the time Iím ready to give up, a wise older man with a beard appears and tells me that thereís a reason I canít find the entrance to the house. That the part of the house I see is only a facade to conceal our familyís true ìlairî beneath. He says that our family has descended from a long line of zombies and we are very powerful and the house canít be entered by normal methods like keys. We go up to one of the doorways Iíve tried again and again and a girl that is now with us flips a small box (like a doorbell) near the door and it slides up and the door springs open and we walk through into another area that is still open to the sky. We come to another door and it also has a hidden switch. Then we come to another doorway and the man tells me to open it. I donít see any switches so I try to open it and it opens partially then slams shut again. I look at him and he reminds me that we are descended from zombies and tells me to try again. I swing my hand against it with purpose this time, concentrating on my power and the door flies open and we go through to a dark area lit by torches. We begin approaching another door, which seems to lead into an underground area and... my husband walks into the bedroom and wakes me up! Dammit!!

Posted by Morticia at December 07, 2002 10:10 PM | TrackBack