Last night, I had two dreams. Two separate stories and sets of characters, but they both took place in the same house, a preserved Victorian in San Francisco. It was huge, almost a whole city block. It had servant's hallways inside the walls, so the help could move about without being seen by the masters of the house.

In the first dream, a friend owned the house, and I was visiting. I kept seeing people moving about in the house, but my friend insisted we were alone. Maybe they were ghosts; I was the only one who could see them. The house felt very threatening and dangerous. I heard one of the people/ghosts say that they were going to kill my friend's cat. I warned him, but he didn't believe me. He thought I was trying to manipulate him so I could stay in the house longer.

In the second dream, the same house was owned by a wealthy relative. I was the oldest of four siblings, and we'd been invited for Christmas. The house was scary, but in a different way: it highlighted how much poorer we were than our relatives. We were there as an act of charity, not because we were welcome. We were anxious and worried that we didn't know how to follow the rules of upper society and there was no one to explain them to us. We knew that we were expected to change clothes throughout the day, but we didn't have anything besides what we were wearing, and we wouldn't have known what was appropriate anyway.
We never did see any of our wealthy relatives. We were just left in the library to ourselves, worrying through the whole dream. 

 @1f4c945d wow, so much going on there.
Those back to back dreams with a common element are so weird.

Do you remember the colors? For some reason, I was picturing the second part all in pastel colors! 

Although, that part of ".. follow the rules of upper society.." yikes 😬 I'm all stressed out just from reading, haha 

But, you know, as far as dreams go, the house is also yourself!