house on the hill

Woke up feeling odd this morning. At odds. With everything. I know that I was having a really important and poingant dream immediately before I woke up, but I can't (thanks to the shock wake-up of the alarm) remember what it was. Have been having a lot of interesting dreams lately. Including a dream last night that took place in one of my recurring locales, the giant house with many secret passages and hidden rooms. I've dreamt of this house before but the story and the characters are always different. Last night there were a bunch of my old high school crowd living in the house. Guitars and ashtrays lay everywhere and mexican blankets hung from the windows. J and I were looking at the house to buy but I was getting a bad might-be-haunted vibe. Come to think of it, not much really happened in that dream. It was mostly about the atmosphere and the feeling of being in the house. Dark.