I get the exact same dream sometimes. Often, the room in the house is one that never existed before. One time it was an attic loft accessed by a staircase that was hidden behind my childhood closet. The content is always the same though, just as you described - full of cool old stuff I feel nostalgic love for, whether it was actually mine at some point or not.
I get the exact same dream sometimes. Often, the room in the house is one that never existed before. One time it was an attic loft accessed by a staircase that was hidden behind my childhood closet. The content is always the same though, just as you described - full of cool old stuff I feel nostalgic love for, whether it was actually mine at some point or not.
You just think your visit to the backrooms was a dream, you actually got eaten by a mimic.