A Dream of Home

I was acutely aware in this dream that I was just visiting, but the setting was so familiar, it felt like coming home. We were at the house I grew up in. The only person I saw in the house was my mother, but I knew that my sister and father were both there. This is strange for a few reasons. Firstly, my father is dead. Secondly, we moved out of that house when I was in high school. But for some reason, there we were.

Two neighbors walked past, I knew they lived nearby but I did not know their faces. They were talking about a seminary that used to be down the street. Mind you, in reality, there is no such thing, but I digress. It was a small seminary that was behind a large building. About 120 years ago, a bakery opened up in the large building in front of the seminary. Around the same time, one of the new priests went insane and killed everyone there. His rampage was finally stopped when the owner of the bakery heard the commotion and came out with his shotgun.

After this, my mother and I decided to sleep in her car. It was parked out in front of the house under the magnolia tree. In the morning, I awoke to found one of the back doors open. I was suddenly very concerned for my kittens, who I suppose had been sleeping in the car. I'm not sure why they were there, but hey, it's a dream, right? I herded the cats and brought them inside, thinking how nice it would be to not have to walk or take a bus to the store since my mother has a car. It was then I realized that I was thinking about having to do grocery shopping in real life and woke up.