had a doozy last night. I had bought a house. apparently without having it inspected or even walking through it. it was a horror. filthy, decrepit. weird flocked pink wallpaper. I walked down a loooong hall, my mom was with me, and occasionally my aunt donna was there. went around a corner and entered the master bedroom. slider on the left led out to an enclosed overgrown very small yard. there was a scared puppy in it, a Rottie. then I saw the mom. they were both very hungry. there was a kitchen attached to the master, with brown appliances. there was a huge roast in a pan on top of the stove. everything was grimy, a little greasy. this is the point at which I began to feel anxious, like I had made a bad decision. like I had jumped into something without doing due diligence. (not difficult to figure out it’s an anxiety dream).
went back down the hallway to one of the bedrooms. there was an old lady living in it. I knew she was there, somehow. the room was empty except for a huge bed and side table and a lamp hanging on a chain from the low ceiling. the walls were covered with dark blankets. there was a bundle of blankets and a bedspread on the floor. there was the shape of a man in it. when I stepped away from the bed, there was an old man lying on his back, mouth agape. not sure if he was alive or dead.
going back into the hallway, there was a set of curtains along the wall. I pulled it back and there was a monstrous pile of freaky ass bugs. huge beetles and the like. not sure what that was about, but I did not like it.
back into the LR area. there is a man, a dwarf, in a chair, with his belongings gathered around him. we conversed about the neighborhood, the honky tonk next door and how loud it gets. there were lots of regrets and desperation about how I could possibly rectify the situation. home warranty? was there no inspection? I could burn it down, claim the insurance.
there was more, but it’s getting fuzzy. gotta love anxiety dreams.