I was living high scool times when I start to saw scary and distressing dreams about rooms.
At many nights in a row I saw myself in a big house sneaking in a room after room. I was holding a flashlight in my hand because all the houses were dark. Every time I opened the door just as much as I could see that there´s nothing afraid of. No people or other figures, just ordinary furnitures and stuff.
In some of these dreams I was in a place familiar from childhood. They were just the same but didn´t comfort me at all.
Suddenly I was standing on the outside door of a big house. It was so confusing, took time to think what is the explanation for this twist.
But what happened in the last episode of this chain of dreams? I was taking a look at the house next to the mailbox. I realised I left the house!
Never saw these dreams again. Guess I was looking for something in my life, didn´t know what for sure.
Of course I checked the word "house" but it meant something positive. No fear or losing control of something. So it´s a mystery to me, still. But still I don´t like too much space around me, for example living in a two-room flat felt uncomfortable just by myself.
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