I dreamt I bought a huge, beautiful house.  After signing the papers, I went to the house with several family members to show it off.  However, when we got there, the realtor was throwing a massive party. I figured I would have probably done the same, considering the commission he just made.  So, we decided to join in.

Using the party as a great excuse to snoop throughout the house, we went up to the top floor.  I showed them various bedrooms and closets and some little passages that connected some of the rooms through a wall or closet.  In one room, there was a little window that had a beam connecting this room to a treehouse about 13 yards out. The treehouse, from what I could gather from the bedroom window, was pretty extensive.  It looked like someone essentially built a small three bedroom home in a massive tree.

At some point, we got separated.  It had to have been on the stair as we went back down to the main floor.  I was hoping to show them the back patio and grounds. Off the patio was a convertable court.  I could transform into a tennis court, bocci ball court, horseshoe field, basketball court, a baseball diamond, even a pool. Pretty much anything a person could think of.  I used this as a reason to buy this house, claiming it would help me get into shape. But realistically, I imagined I might take a bit of time on the side of a pool, enjoying the sun and being as lazy as possible while still being able to claim I used the multi-function court.

I looked out at this amazing feature from the kitchen.  There was a door off the kitchen that lead out back. I was surprised to notice not many people were out there.  They could have made this party twenty times more fabulous but ignored the coolest feature of the house. What a wasted opportunity.

As I stood at the door to the back, I noticed an unassuming door that I never noticed before.  It looked like it could be a small utility closet. I opened and saw a stair leading down. Well, it was my place, why not?  The stairway was covered in a thin light blue shag carpeting. Everything was carpeted. The walls, the stairs, the ceiling. Even the railing was carpeted.  There were lights with heat shields, probably to protect the carpet, every couple feet.

I got to the bottom and the carpeting abruptly ended.  Something had torn little pieces of it into strings and they lead away down into a cavern.  What should have been a basement was actually a network of caves. The whole place was lit by an unseen source.  But I was glad to be able to see. I started to follow the bits of carpet string down and around, deeper into the caves.  I came to a narrow tunnel that lead to a room which had no light at all. I stopped at the end of the tunnel, before me a burrow of the unknown. I could hear people talking. Then it dawned on me, what if these weren’t people, strictly speaking?

They were talking about the party, that much I could make out.  But I also heard words like infiltrate and assimilate. I slowly backed out of the darkness and back into the cavern.  Oddly, I could still hear speaking from within. Suddenly, a burst of light flew out of the darkness and passed me, up the path I had come down from the party.  I felt a rush of air as it passed and there was a scent like jasmine left in its wake.

I followed the scent back up and confirmed it, whatever it was, had come this way and gone to the party.  I rushed back in and started to try and find the people who arrived with me. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember who had come. Several people asked me if I was ok or if I needed help.  I would tell them I was looking for someone but couldn’t tell them who.

Finally, I found my realtor.  When he realized I had seen the events, he started to apologize.  I told him it’s fine and not to bother because there were bigger problems to worry about.  He asked me what I was talking about so I told him about the cavern below the house. He insisted I must be mistaken and took out the plans for the house,  He claimed there was nothing below because this was flood country. Homes in this area just didn’t have basements. Or caverns. That’s when I offered to show him.

Like most people who believe everything they read, he figured there would be no harm in following me if only to allay my fears.  I held his hand so I wouldn’t lose him as I lead him back to the kitchen. I went back to the door to the yard and stopped for a moment.  From over my shoulder he said that this door had always been there. I told him that yeah, I know that. Then I asked him why he didn’t make use of the court. When he didn’t answer, I said it’s this door he needed to see and then I turned and showed him the small door.  He looked astonished and tried to look at the plans he’d brought along.

I noted that his subconscious thought to bring the plans and gave him a moment to look them over.  Finally, he sighed and said it wasn’t on the blueprints. I said I’m sure it wasn’t and opened the door.  He leaned in and gasped. Then he made some comment about the dated design and openly wondered if Austin Powers personal decorator was responsible for this atrocity.  I shrugged and told him he could follow me. Or he could run away, either way, I had to go back. I had to know what was down there.

I started back down the stair.  When I got to the bottom, I noted the realtor was following, slowly but surely. I lead him down to the cavern of darkness.  We stood outside the narrow opening for a few moments. I could hear the voices still but my realtor could not. I explained I had to creep in a bit before I was able to hear.  He swore there was no way he’d do the same. I leaned into the passage to show him it was safe enough. As I leaned in, I heard a primal scream from the darkness and I was pulled in.  I woke up.

This dream is from May 23, 2018.