The Mansion That Reset After I Died

Dream recorded: 10/9/2026

I was in a house, but I don’t know who this house belonged to. I think it belonged to someone else.

It was an old woman and a man.

It was a huge mansion, but it was already furnished with their stuff.

Some people came in.

Something was off with them.

I swear this feels more like a movie than a damn dream.

I still don’t know if we were the intruders or not, but I told the people I was with to run and hide.

IDK if they did.

I did.

I went into a room to hide in a small closet a person should barely fit in.

They killed people in the house.

This closet was already furnished, and it was someone else’s furniture.

I’m pretty sure this might have been someone else’s house.

They found me and killed me, or I got away. I honestly don’t know, because something happened where I reset back in the house before they came in.

The same fucking scene in the beginning.

I decided to go into another room this time.

I ran upstairs to the bedroom.

There was a long closet, like huge.

It was an elderly woman’s house, I think.

I was able to start seeing more of the design of the home, and it was old people’s clothes, but mixed with young people’s.

It was just a lot of fucking clothes.

They were looking for me.

Again, killing people.

I don’t know if they killed the elderly woman.

Her stuff was in almost like a carousel for clothes.

There was a long, yellow, thick quilted blanket/comforter, and I decided to grab the blanket to hide under the blanket and the clothes.

But the guy came into the closet looking.

He was stepping everywhere but on me.

I was in the fetal position.

I could see everything even though the covers were under me.

And he found me.

He stepped on me.

I killed him, maybe. I don’t remember blood, but there were more people, intruders and us, whatever group I was with, and I decided to booby-trap the place.

I don’t know who else was in there that I was trying to save, but there were more people.

There were these long, intricate steps, different from the ones I took.

So I grabbed oil, this oil in a clear bottle, and I put it on all the steps.

I put it on any entrance where somebody would slip and fall, and I could use that opportunity to just take them out.

Every entrance that had tile, I used it, and then I could see all the oil on the carpet.

I felt bad for ruining this house.

One guy who was upstairs came down, and when he was coming down, he slipped.

It worked.

And I took him out by knocking him hard in the head with something.

I don’t know if I killed him.

I tied him up, but he was out.

I became him, or felt him briefly when he was knocked out.

I felt getting hit in the head too.

I remember surviving, and I was the only one in the house the whole time, minus the intruders.

Or maybe I was the intruder.

But I can’t remember the end.

Weird fucking dream.

I can’t remember the rest of the dream, but I know there was more to it.

I woke up because I felt like a hand was on the back of my skull, inside my skull, crawling up.