An invasion
Jun. 23rd, 2022 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boccaderlupoI dreamed our home was invaded and occupied by ruffians. We had purchased a home inside a real suburban setting, a sprawling, single-floor ranch, all brick (about as unlike as our urban apartment in the waking world as you can get). The previous owners were hoarders, and there was no electricity, so the place was mostly a mess. Additionally, you could only get access to the entire neighborhood by traversing a gaslit hallway about the width of a small car that ran through a wide encircling wall of grey masonry blocks, kind of like you'd see in downtown London; this limited access to the area.
The night was dark and humid, and we hadn't moved in to the house because we needed to do more work on it. The contractors had reported several things being stolen from the house, so the entire family went to see what was going on (my wife in this dream resembled an art teacher I had in high school, though my kids were the same). The house looked deserted, but inside it was rollicking: the neighbors had come in and were occupying the place, having a party, multiple generations and cousins and all. It had to be around 30 people.
I was going to call the cops, but my wife and kids were to stay behind to monitor the situation. The men in the group ignored us and continued partying and playing dice. The women, on the other hand, tried to slip out the door with the children, so my wife had to herd them back inside, telling them not to move. Though they far outnumbered my wife, they stayed there, obeying her for some unknown reason.
I ran down darkened, sidewalk-less streets through a light rain and back through the access tunnel. I wondered if the cops would be able to find the access tunnel, which looked like the entrance to a swanky hotel and was about as wide. I stood in the street, scanning for lights and sirens, as the rain continued to fall.
The night was dark and humid, and we hadn't moved in to the house because we needed to do more work on it. The contractors had reported several things being stolen from the house, so the entire family went to see what was going on (my wife in this dream resembled an art teacher I had in high school, though my kids were the same). The house looked deserted, but inside it was rollicking: the neighbors had come in and were occupying the place, having a party, multiple generations and cousins and all. It had to be around 30 people.
I was going to call the cops, but my wife and kids were to stay behind to monitor the situation. The men in the group ignored us and continued partying and playing dice. The women, on the other hand, tried to slip out the door with the children, so my wife had to herd them back inside, telling them not to move. Though they far outnumbered my wife, they stayed there, obeying her for some unknown reason.
I ran down darkened, sidewalk-less streets through a light rain and back through the access tunnel. I wondered if the cops would be able to find the access tunnel, which looked like the entrance to a swanky hotel and was about as wide. I stood in the street, scanning for lights and sirens, as the rain continued to fall.
