A friend of mine used to dream about a big and old scary house. In her dream, the house was actually hers. The house was really big and appeared seemingly more spacious because of its lack of furniture. She had this dream on two to four occasions – always the same gloomy house.
What’s disturbing about it, was her always on a run from someone. She would end up on a small room or a kitchen and from there; she would find a secret passageway – a ladder leading down. She would endlessly climb down into the bottom, then up again into a different passageway. She would get tire at one time, only to discover that she had lost herself in the maze of tunnels and ladders.