What are guest room dreams about?

He presses the brake pedal and stops.

The scene changes. The car is in a parking lot. A car is moving out of the parking space. I say it's difficult to park in that space. But my father parks without any problem.

The scene changes.

I am in my parents' house (not the one in my waking life. the house I conjured up in my dream). My mother takes me to a detached house for guests. She takes me to the upstairs. She says she used to sleep in the guest room. She lies down in the layers of futons. I ask her if she is going to sleep here with me. She says no. I ask her if she has a futon for me.

My family (brother and parents) were gathered in the guest room of our house, and my parents started fighting. My dad left, and he found some iron weapon that he was planning to beat my mother with (she was screaming no and I couldn’t move). I heard four bangs, and saw my brother first sitting on the bed next to my mom while that was happening, and then out of nowhere my brother shanks my dad with a huge fork. He dies, and then everyone is gone except my dad’s ghost and some man (god??). My dad asks him what happened, and it was as if the good side of him was released/the evil side forever gone. My dad said “the only person I could ever get annoyed/angry with is-“ and good cuts him off and asks “your daughter, right?” To which my dad replies “no never”, and then god fills him in on the strained relationship we had. I woke up in tears, the whole dream broke my heart.

When I was like 13, I had this horrible nightmare about someone trying to kill me. I’m 26 now so bare with me. Semi gory but I’m not a writer so I probably won’t even describe it that well LOL

Mini backstory: the house I dreamt about is on the street I grew up in. The lady used to run a home daycare and I attended for a couple years. She was an Angel (wife and mother of 2 boys).

Nightmare: I was walking down the sidewalk just as it was starting to become dark. It was late summer and just before 9pm. I was walking to a friends and I felt this presence behind me like someone was following me.
I turned around to see a man slowly driving next to me on the road, with just a ditch dividing us... I immediately ran to the house next to me and started banging on the door. Deb answered and saw I was frantic. She tried to ask what was wrong but I pushed past her.

I was standing there, shaking, telling them what happened. So next they lock the doors and start looking out the front window. Their van in their driveway had all the doors wide open and the interior light on. I told them he was dangerous and to not go out there.

Debs husband being the hero he is, unlocked the front door and went outside to look around. That’s when I heard footsteps running and I said screw this and went to the basement to hide.

In this dark ass basement there wasn’t many enclosed rooms except for the bathroom. The guest room was in a corner but never had a door - it was a wall, a side table, the bed then another table. {3 walls if that makes sense}
This bed didn’t have an opening underneath for me to slide under, it was drawers, so I hid between the bed and the wall with my eyes on this small alarm clock with red numbers telling the time... I heard stomping and horror movie screams above my head.

It felt like two hours had gone by of me shaking, crying and holding my own hand over my mouth so I couldn’t make noise. I slowly slithered on my stomach to the very end corner of the bed, looked left into the Rec room area and saw tall, thin, metal temporary fences. Just set up as if they were 3 small cages... I glanced at the clock- 9:11pm. Wtf.

In one was deb, her leg gone and she was screaming out in pain. The other was her husband, stomach had been cut open from under top of rib cage towards under belly button. I was trying not to vomit and scream all at once, because next the killer stuck his hands in and slowly was pulling his intestines out. I don’t even think the dude was dead yet.
He had killed one of the teenager sons and cut him up with an electric saw. The other was paralyzed legs down watching it all happen next to him in the same cage.

I figured the killer was distracted and crawled to the bathroom. I wasn’t in there for five minutes before I saw his feet in front of me. This killer had a gentle fathers voice? Like reassuring, wise and calm. Like he knew I was scared? He said you don’t have to hide anymore and walked out of the room. I slowly make my way to the basement staircase - where I know there’s a side door I can escape from. He’s sitting there. At the bottom of the stairs. The killer has a beard, a flannel shirt, blue jeans and steel toe type boots. He looks like a clean cut construction worker from a commercial...

He’s happily stuffing something into a black garbage bag and looks up- right into my eyes.

Me: who are you?

Him: I’m your dads friend! :)

I woke up sweating. And crying. And I walked ON THE ROAD, not the sidewalk, past that house for the next 8/9 years (whenever I moved out of my parents). Deb and her family are still there, happy and healthy.

(Sorry if the post has some grammar mistakes english isn't my first language and im typing really fast rn for some reason)

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So basically from what I remember in the start of the dream I randomly got into a house and in there there was some people and the owner of the house (which I will call him owner ) I became friends with the people there and for some reason i thought everything was normal when the owner was literally so weird (idk how to explain the way he acted but it was weird).

Everything was fine until night came, I was with some people there on the backyard (I think it was the backyard ) for some reason when night started the owner's house looked so big it almost became a maze cause holy, ( and it was kinda funny how sometimes my POV would change to a third person puzzle game when I entered some rooms) and in the ''maze'' there was alot of weird stuff happening like there was a doll that looked that one from squid game but slightly smaller to fit the house
and it would simply follow us trying to kill us but when we looked at it it would walk slower so that was a advantage , there was another creature doll like that when we looked at it it would stop and it was really fast.

Anyways I somehow found the guest room and locked myself there until day came back everyone was desperate when day came we tried to get a plan to escape but the owner would always catch us and make us go back or punish us or something (I dont remember the punishments ) that cycle of night coming and we trying to escape repeated a few nights (from what I know some people died too on some of them) (oh yeah forgot to mention from what I remember when you got killed you would turn into a creature that looked like a dead space necromorph ), one day on the dream some new person came and it was the owner's wife most likely she looked like she wanted to help us escape, I didn't really trust her because I would always be watching her and her husband to see if there is any way to escape.

Until one night things changed the owner simply disappeared and the owner's wife said we had nothing to worry about?
So we decided to try to escape since the owner wasn't there anymore but this time the owner's wife
would catch us she was basically doing the same thing her husband did until one day she decided to leave to buy some stuff and I was like ''perfect chance to escape'' but then for some reason everyone else was at the park there was at the backyard playing around totally ignoring everything around them?? It was almost like they were brainwashed by something, I decided to tell them that we have the perfect chance to escape and they got mad and started running at me I decided to lock myself on the owner's wife room and try jumping out of the window but for some reason i started looking at the bed of the owner's wife and felt something weird almost like I was being brainwashed too or something and then my POV cuts to the other people they got out of the mind controll thing and for some reason the dude I was watching the pov of looked exactly like me almost like I had a clone or something lol.

When everyone got out of the control they decided to escape and they did but outside there was something weird that only I (the ''clone'' of me ig) noticed but brushed it off cause we finally escaped
and then when we came down the street there was some type of circus and buildings and there was each monsters and creatures we found and the owner's wife and the owner they were waiting ''for us''
until I decided to literally run over to the owner and punch him at his stomach when the rest of people
decided to run back to the house cause it was like the only way they could go and the dream ended with ''my clone'' punching the owner and the rest of people looking at the window seeing me sleeping on the owner's wife bed what

A few nights ago I had a dream that a friend of mine told me she killed someone. She described it like, “I just killed someone on the weekend, chopped up their body and got rid of it. No one knows” like it was some casual activity.

The next part of my dream, I have a knife to a man’s neck and my hand is shaking. I think to myself that if my friend can do it, so can I. I killed this guy in the guest room of my house and then completely fcking panicked. I didn’t have the guts to cut up the body like I guess I had planned to… because that’s what my friends did? I dreamt that his face started to swell and turn yellow, and the dead body started to smell. I was so freaked out and shitting my pants over having to hide this from MY MOM!!?? I remember thinking I’m going to spend the rest of my life in prison because there’s no way I could hide this. I literally went to bed in my dream so I didn’t have to deal with it all and thinking PLEASE let this be a dream ….. but it honest to god felt so. damn. real. I woke up then in a puddle of sweat and my heart racing and had to take a few moments to catch my breath and really process that it was, in fact, a dream.

I think the worst part is that I fell back asleep after this and the dream CONTINUED. I was laying on the guest bed, arms reaching down with a saw cutting this man’s arms off…. and he starts grabbing me with his other arm like he’s a fcking zombie!!!! I woke up immediately and refused to go back to sleep for the rest of the night.

This dream really messed me up. It was so vivid and I’m still terrified ….. what does this mean????