Had this last night. I guess the end seems a little obvious but the first 3/4 of it is a big mess of confusion!So I was in 'the house'. It's a house I've never lived in (in this lifetime) but I dream about it a lot for as long as I can remember. It's always haunted and I'm always freaked out to go above the first floor (although sometimes I do brave it). It's big and dark and everything in it is decorated in muted, dark colours. Coming in the front door there is a stairway going upstairs. To the right is a living room/sitting area and behind that is the dining room and then the kitchen. To the left are several small rooms that change from dream to dream - usually there's a bedroom in there somewhere. Upstairs are lots of bedrooms and usually a library with a sitting room towards the front of the house.
Well last night off to the left was where I was sleeping in a little bedroom with a friend of mine. We were making quite a bit of noise, I think, and people in the room next to us kept telling us to be quiet. My friend left to get something and laying in the room alone I realized I really WASN'T alone. There was this creepy little spooky.. thing. It was only about a foot and a half tall with an abnormally large head and lots of teeth. It was like a ghost/demon thing.
Naturally I was pretty freaked out and got up to go into the living room instead. As I walked down the short hallway it started to rain inside. It was really pouring and I couldn't figure out why the roof would be leaking like that (although technically the rain was coming from the second floor). I looked out the front door and there was a giant black bear and a German Shepherd. The dog and the bear were facing one another, contemplating attacking each other although I think the dog was taking the initiative. I worried the dog was going to get hurt although I don't think it was my dog. There were some people in the living room and I was yelling at them to close the door because there was a bear out there. They seemed oblivious and I had to close the door - and just in time, too. The bear wasn't able to get in.
It was raining so hard in the house and drenching everything! My friend's young son went crawling down the hall where the demonthing lived and I yelled at her to get him but again she seemed oblivious and I had to get him before the demonthing did. I threw the kid into the living room and started fighting the demonthing and trying to strangle it. It hated me, that's for sure. I threw it back down the hall and it went back into its room.
The friend I was originally with had gone upstairs and I didn't know where she was. I ran up the stairs thinking she was in trouble but upon reaching the top I couldn't go any further. It was just too dark and scary for me and I could FEEL the ghosts living up there. I ran back downstairs and it had stopped raining, luckily.
I sat on the couch with a couple other people there. One guy was standing on the coffee table and he pulled out a newspaper and opened it up for us to see.
"This is where we're going!" he said, very pleased with himself. There were pictures of tanks on the cover with a German headline across the top of it.
"We're going to see the Panzers?" I said, "It would be more interesting if we were going to see the Eastern front."
"You can go upstairs to see that." he said, annoyed I wasn't as excited as he was. I looked at him again, interested by that comment and he said, "Oh yes their ghosts are there. You knew that."
That's all I remember.