Dream #1
I was out in a city area with my mother. It was daytime, or mid-morning, warm and humid. The area was like a series of blocks of red-brick apartments that were maybe five or six stories tall. But the streets were all like wide alleys, like we were walking through a neighborhood of buildings' back ends.
My mom was shouting up at the higher apartments, or at apartments in general, asking if they had seen any mummified bodies or corpses in general, either in their own apartments or in the basements of the apartment buildings. My mom's shout was itself uncanny and frightening. I was afraid of her shouting in general. But I was also afraid that her shouting out this specific question would end up stirring up something bad.
I "had just come" out of a basement where there were a lot of the corpses which my mother was now describing. As I had been in the basement, the corpses had (possibly) risen, possibly even expressly to attack me.
I knew now that whoever was in control of these entities (the controllers may even have been living people) knew what I had done and would now come after me. I knew that my mom's shouts would give away my location or lead me into a trap, and that if my mom actually dealt with anybody regarding these entities, we would be good as dead. Nevertheless, my mom went into one of these buildings.
I walked along by myself. There were occasionally people on the streets or peering out from windows or from basement entrances to apartments. The people were pale and white and thin. They looked half like villagers in the Middle Ages and half like demonic, insane people. The whole place had a dirty, scary feel to it.
I imagined the entity my mother was dealing with -- a bald, mottled-skinned, pale white man, a little overweight, blank-eyed, scarred as if by fire, wrapped in fabric of not good quality that was painted with quasi-Egyptian designs.
I now met up with my mom again. I had turned right, into a smaller alley. My mom was coming out of a dark basement entrance, in the doorway of which a few people stood, possibly washing their clothes in buckets.
I now lay by myself in an apartment. The light in the apartment was deep grey-blue, as if it were very early morning. The apartment itself was very clean and empty. I stood out of the bed I lay in and walked out into the living room. The floor was clean, grey carpet. The apartment was either at or slightly below ground level.
As I walked along I was thinking of my relationships with women. I particularly wondered why I was interested in one specific woman. This woman seemed older, fat, and dumpy. I thought I couldn't possibly be in love with her, but I felt like I was.
I got afraid of people looking into my apartment. I suddenly had a feeling there were people waiting to attack me. They hadn't been able to locate me, but if I made myself visible through a window they'd be able to find me.
I rushed into a closet. I was carrying my blanket and pillow. I lay on two triangular structures that were built into opposite corners of the closet. The closet itself may have had a strange, trapezoidal shape. I may also have "laid" by balancing on my head.
I got up and walked back into the bedroom, or possibly into a second bedroom.
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