Poltergeist Haunted Mansion

[alwaysdreaming]

I had at least two dreams last night dealing with this, the first set it all up and the second got into better detail.

I wasn't actually involved in the first part. It was like I was just watching it all from another location, like a play or movie. The mansion looked really old style... like something you might have seen in turn of the 19th century London. Lots of browns, greens, and reds. There might have been maybe two adults, but there were at least three kids and an older teenager. The kids were more the focus. Everyone stayed in one section of the mansion and were treading lightly because they were scared of doing something to provoke the poltergeist (though they didn't know the name for what it was). It seemed that this poltergeist had a thing for collecting children, and he'd go for the ones that would anger him. One of them was so scared that she slept in a coat room on a cushioned bench because she believed that's where it wouldn't find her (This girl was blond, blue eyed, and fair skinned. She looked about 6 or 7 years old. She was small, but old enough to have a sense of what was happening.). For the most part, these kids wore plaid uniforms because they figured those were the least offensive. One girl (She was about 8 with brown hair, brown-green eyes, and rosy skin.) decided on a whim to dress up in her favorite outfit. The one thing that stood out was a sweater. It was a navy blue with a bunch of different buttons (she loved it for the buttons). She was so happy and excited when she walked out and showed it to everyone. The teenager looked at her with a horrified expression and screamed at her to take it off. The girl remembered why just in time to be sucked in through a set of double doors. Either she shrank, or the room was really large. She went into this long hallway with a black and white tile floor with shelves that went entirely along the right side of the wall from floor to ceiling. All the shelves were completely full with little toys, children's treasures, music boxes, and cages. The little girl was put in a pet carrier (cat sized). It turned out there were children trapped in every little thing on the shelves.

The second part I was a part of. I came in with a group that was searching for stones. There was something specific about these stones.... they were magical or something. There were at least 8 to 11, and it was like the first to touch them was the one who could keep them. I had collected three. I don't remember the name of the first one, but it was dark green. The second one I think was called the Ninja Stone, which was either black or really really dark blue. The third was the Light Stone, which was a very pale blue to white. It was fairly insignificant to the rest of the dream, but the Light Stone remained present for it. It was kind of like silly puddy in that it stretched and molded. I mostly held onto it and fiddled with it in my hands absentmindedly.

We eventually wound up in the mansion. The adults that stayed there were actually an old couple who were trying to keep to themselves so that they wouldn't be the next victims. They didn't seem to care too much about protecting the kids. The teenager was the one who explained the details of what was wrong. It seems that the poltergeist was targetting the third of the children. He was a little boy, about 9, with the same blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin as the first little girl (the second girl looked more like the teenager). The poltergeist seemed to be watching us the entire time and was pulling tricks on us left and right. We seemed confined to a couple of rooms. One moment, everything would be fine, then the next, the lights would go out or flicker and there'd be strange noises and screams. Then just as suddenly, the lights would come on and it would be silent. I remember looking in a mirror a couple of times, and my reflection was different. Instead of my normal street clothes, I was in this extremely conservative yet lacy and extravagant white dress that covered everything from the top of my neck down to the floor. It looked pretty, but it was weird. Lastly, there were the books. The boy was particularly scared and the books calmed him down and even cheered him up a little bit.... except for when the poltergeist was messing with those. One moment, the books were normal, then the next, they were blank. Another moment, they'd be all words, then transition to pictures and words, then just pictures, and then the pictures would melt away until they were so obscure that they may as well be abstract. It was more than just a warning that he was watching us. It was a warning that he could get to us through anything.

Due to a phone call, I woke up. Does this actually mean anything or did I just eat something sour?