Never Going Home
This dream started out on the porch of my childhood home. I was let into the building by a woman I know - she and her husband are both in a charity group to which I belong. They had recently purchased the home and were renovating it. I informed her that this was my old home and that I was working to get it back.
Dream architecture comes into play, because the entire second floor became a small hallway, one giant bedroom and one tiny, apartment-sized bathroom. In the bedroom, the ceiling was vaulted, and the king sized bed was up on a dais. The room was large, so large that it had a kitchenette.
For some reason I was supposed to spend the night there with a handful of other people, including an ex-girlfriend.
Three Hour Tour
This dream took place immediately after the previous, after I had been awoken by my dog and fell back asleep.
I was still in the same warped house with the same people. All at once our host said everyone needed to get into [their] van for a big surprise. Most of the house guests went while I stayed behind. Someone mentioned a haunted tour at some place that I've honestly never heard of (but in the dream was rather familiar with). I drove myself there in my old Ford Aerostar (which I owned in the mid 1990s).
I got to the place ahead of the van load of house guests. An older woman was driving a tractor-like mobile vegetable stand and nearly hit me. I wanted to ask her about the haunted tour but she drove away. I got out of my minivan and took a seat on a trolley-like cart. I was approached by a little boy with a BB gun who told me his name was Zach (after much coaxing). I informed him it was a Biblical name. There was a black lab and a goat walking around.
At some point I ended up back in the warped bedroom of the old house. I was on the phone with my mother, trying to figure out a way where I could drop off my ex-girlfriend to her house. It didn't occur to me until just before I woke up that I could just do it myself.
I woke up somewhat confused, thinking of exits on I-85, going toward I-90 - a route I used to take from my old house to pretty much anywhere.
