People keep coming into my house. At first, they were coming in to steal things. I would catch them in the act of stealing something, and sometimes I would get back what they were trying to take, and sometimes they would just look at me and walk away, and I was unable to stop them. Other times people would just walk through my house like it was a shortcut to somewhere else, and when I would ask them to stop doing that, they would just look at me like, why would we? Why would we stop doing this? Sometimes people come in and then they leave their children there. And then I'm left, exasperated, trying to figure out what i'm supposed to do with these children they've left behind. Later the children will just disappear.

I try to stop all of this from happening by checking the doors to make sure they're locked, checking all the windows to make sure they're closed and locked and secure, yet no matter what I do, people just get in. They never have to force their way in. There's no sign of any break-in. They just seem to be able to effortlessly open doors that are locked. They always act like they belong there. They show no sign of being alarmed that I've discovered them. My distress at all this is extreme.

Another dream I have is reoccurring. I materialize into a large indoor facility, sometimes it's a massively huge mall. Sometimes it's a massively huge library. Sometimes it's some sort of museum. It's always some indoor huge building. I appear there suddenly with no memory of how I got there, and I realize quickly that it is an indoor death march. The building is packed full with people. And we're all required to walk endlessly. If anyone stops to sit down or talks too much they disappear. They either just literally disappear, or they are led away by a group of people, and they are never seen again. We can talk to one another, but it has to be very brief and very quiet. We walk in an endless loop, never stopping, never knowing why we're there and what's going on. I look for doors and windows, but there are none. Every once in a while I'll see a person I know, and we will try to talk to a each other and then be immediately drawn away by two groups of people. Everyone is exhausted and most are openly hostile. Many seem to be unable to form thoughts or ideas.

I await your shitty, dubious analysis, oh expert of dreams, as you are my only hope.