Man, I had a bizarre dream last night. But also, one where the symbolism feels a bit on-the-nose.
I was wandering around some place, in the back of a church I think. It was like a fairground that had been abandoned. I saw things that had been sitting around for decades without anyone or anything touching them, and they disgusted me.
Went into a door and went down a long narrow staircase, and I was in like a weird underground bunker. There was a kitchen area and a bedroom, and there was a place I knew was my old room. This was where I grew up. Every time I touched something, I was surprised and disgusted by it somehow, and it would fall apart. But I did learn something from it about my own past.
Later I brought some friends there, and tried to show them, at their own insistence. But many things were already destroyed from me interacting with them. An old TV broken, an old roll of paper towels had disintegrated into mold, etc. I was trying to explain how painful it had been, how shocking and disgusting to find these things, but they didn't understand.
Gee, I wonder what all that could mean! It's a real mystery.
Anyway then I went back to the church by a back door, but there was some event going on in the sanctuary. I discovered a hidden door into a magician's dressing room and snuck inside to check it out. But it turns out there was someone already in there waiting to murder the magician, and they killed me.
That bit was less clear, probably inspired by some Columbo I've been watchin lately....
