Okay, this has got to be the creepest dream about my grandma's house that I have had. And this is the first time I am posting this here, as I really need some help. The dream that I had started outside in my grandma's yard and it looked like the grass was being mowed and seemed normal and harmless enough, until the lawn mower got out of the person's hand and was running loose across the grass into the thickets near the forest. After that, it seemed that my brother in law and some other dorks (don't know who they were) showing up and preparing to have some sort of crazed picnic here. A moment later, I was then in my grandma's house and upstairs. The upstairs appeared normal enough at first.

Normal, except for one thing, and that is the door to the right when you come to the top of the steps appears to have been painted over and shit. And the mirror above the stairs showed the inside of the room on the other side of the painted door via the opened door at the end of the hall. The otherside of the door appeared like it had been fucking glued into place. Luckily, the other door at the end of the hall was still opened. Because if I dreamt of that door also glued into place and painted over with someone trapped inside that room, the something fucking with me here in my dreams would already be beyong verging on being relocated to an abandoned ice glacier curtousy of Kotestu or Yotewah.

Anyway, as I went downstairs, I found the downstairs horribly changed with different couches and the library completely gone. The basement also appeared to have been almost filled in, save for atleast three feet and there appeared to be a new den there with the couches that are supposed to be in the real living room and appearing like they and the room is being used for watching fucking football games. And as for the laundry room that was down in the basement in the room to the left at the bottom of the steps, guessed where that ended up in my dream.

Well, as the dream continued, I found the laundry room on the back left side of the completely changed kitchen. And the laundry room was also completely different, complete with new washing and drying machines. After that, I felt that all traces of spirituality here have vanished and that isn't good. Soon, I woke up completely un-nerved and freaked since that was the House of Kane the Fox. Think of my grandma's house like a shrine to Kane. You wouldn't want to be fucking with a kitsune's shrine, would you? I thought so, and right now I am just wondering if anyone has any answers to this.

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Erik Mouse