There was a huge house, so large that it felt like a hotel. People were going through and picking their rooms, we would be there for a while. From hallway I looked into a bathroom and saw a door on the wall. I walked in, opened the door, and saw that it led to a bedroom. Jackpot! Most bedrooms didn't have bathrooms attached. Even if I had to weirdly walk through the bathroom to get to my bedroom, at least I'd have a bathroom right there!
While continuing to explore the house, I find a second entry point to the bedroom I had selected. The ceiling sloped and it made it seem like I was in an attic. This entire sloping section seemed neglected compared to the rest of the house. I walked into my chosen bedroom and was really disturbed by how messy it was (which I hadn't realized initially). In fact, it looked like someone had been squatting there. The bed seemed like it had been slept in for a year without the linens being changed. Items indicating habitation were piled up on surfaces and on the edges of the room. I thought to myself, "I hope nobody is still living here! But if they are, they're going to walk in and find me in that bed! Oh well!"
I picked up a sales catalogue with the year 1995 written on it. It was a cookie dough fundraiser catalogue. At the top I saw my name written in my childhood handwriting. How strange that this person had such a weird item that had belonged to me.
I looked around the room and near a wire storage rack I saw a man leaned against the wall. He wasn't leaning like an ordinary person would lean. He was stiff and leaned against the wall like a mannequin. He was a little heavy and wore a fair isle style sweater. I looked at him at his eyes moved. I knew things were going to get weird if I stayed in the dream any longer so I ended it.
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