Dream House

Entering this house feels familiar. I know it well. The damp and cold smell goes through me like a ghost. It’s dark and empty, on the side of a road. Far away from everyone and everything. A lonely old cube with neglected gardens all around. I can see it from the inside. It looks sad and I recognise this sadness. Suddenly, I see people outside. With guns. I think they are snipers. They’re here for me. But I know how to escape. Through the basement, out the small window at the bottom of the back wall. They will never see me leave. I run up the hill near the house. I see more snipers. And a woman, wearing a navy-blue trench coat, talking to them. She’s in charge. I run past them. They don’t see me. I stop, surprised. I am right next to them. They keep watching the house. I turn around to look at it too.

I wake up scared.