2/5/07 - recurring dream

The house is dilapidated. The bricks are all dark shades of red and none of them seem to be exactly the same color. Most of them are different sizes and the majority of them have shedded chips which cover the path to the house. There's thick green vines clinging to the side tighter than a toddler to their parents leg. The dirty grey shudders sway with the wind. I walk onto the porch and notice the adress sign. The address is 46876 however one wouldn't ever figure this out from a distance because the sixes are dangling by their nails and both form makeshift nines. The doorbell is ripped out of the wall and the wires don't look too safe. I reach for the knocker but the thick coat of rust deters me. I rap on the door but before the third knock it already swings open before me. There's a small boy with short blonde hair. He grabs my hand and leads me in. I look around the house and can't help but wonder how beautiful it would be if it was kept up. The boy keeps tugging my arm, through the den in which the walls were covered in posters, but all of them seemed to be ripped in half before being plastered onto the walls. There were three leather sofas, none of which had coushions and there were gaping holes in the back of two of them. He then lead me down the hall, past the kitchen in which a woman was emptying the cabinets of bowls and smashing them on the floor. But it seemed like every cuppord she opened contained endless amounts of bowls. And for some reason this didn't seem strange to the boy. Next we turned left and headed up the stairs. The rail going up was not wood, it looked like wood, but when I put my hand on it the surface sucked in and my hand print was left there. There was a room directly in front of the stairs with giant tv screens covering the walls, but all that was on them was static. He leads me into a room that looks completely normal. It's small, the walls are coated in a light blue paint and the ceiling is a very dark blue. The only things in the room are a dresser, a small round table with two chairs and a lamp. He switches on the lamp and gestures for me to come over by him. He puts my hand on the lamp and nods. I turn it off.Then I wake up.