Hey everyone,

I just joined and found this forum and am in my twenties. In the past, I have frequently remembered many dreams that I have had while asleep. For the past year, though, I haven't been remembering my dreams as often. Nevertheless, I still remember dreams from time to time and think that it is interesting to attempt interpreting them.

I have had many recurring dreams throughout my life, however I haven't really had many of those in the past year. I have had fun dreams, and I have had dreams that scared me.

Has anyone else had a recurring dream of exploring a house that is similar, yet always has something different in each dream like an additional or secret room? Most of the time, I am exploring and discovering new parts of the building/house. Sometimes, more recently, I am exploring but eventually something or someone starts chasing me and I am exploring to find better places to hide and how to get out of the house. The most scary dream of this type that I had did not involve chasing, but an unexpected twist of events. I was exploring a new building in which the rooms had rocky type walls that were fun to climb on. This exploring went on for a while until my grandmother appeared and wanted me to go to the basement to investigate something with her. I was a bit reluctant, but still agreed to go with her. When we arrived down in the basement (it was spacious, but unfinished with concrete walls and half windows), there were two boys (around 10 yrs old in appearance) standing in the middle of the room. I would guess that my grandma and I were about 20 feet away from them. I felt uneasy after noticing that one of the boys was staring at me with deep hatred. This boy was purple and looked like a demon as he had strange curly horns like those of a ram on either side in place of his ears. My grandma says that everything is okay and approaches the boys as if she notices nothing of the purple demon looking one. As she is walking towards them, I bolt for the door, which somehow was now in a loft with a ladder to the loft. As I almost reach the top of the ladder, the demon boy appears in the loft and pushes the ladder (with me still on it) backwards. After this, I immediately woke up with my heart racing.

That was the first dream that I remember ever having any demons of any sort in it. I haven't had any dreams quite as scary since then, though.