Here it is:
There was a crazy woman who thought there were wraiths-soulless people-zombies in her house. They just stood/sat around and didn't hurt anyone. Anyway she threw them all out of the house, while screaming at her kids how they never help her do anything, and she locked the house up. Then it kinda skips to me (bot not ME me) and this other woman at the crazy woman's house. I don't know how we got to the house or inside, but there was a little boy with us that ran out of the house (so I assume he belongs to the crazy woman. I remember a discussion between me and the other woman and Whitney, prior to this scene, about checking on the woman. Then when Whitney didn't return after about 2 hours, we discussed going to the house. I remember it wasn't more than a 10 minute drive from where we were, and I remember the drive too, but not like I experienced it, but more like recalling the memory of a memory. It was tranquil and pleasant and it was a drive through a rolling pastures type countryside.
Anyway, we are running through the house, which is on fire, and we are getting the kids out (there's like 5, ranging from 8 months to 10 years), untying them trying to help them. And I'm looking for a woman named Whitney (i don't know why, but her name sticks in my head), and I find her tied standing up bent over a baby crib (that has a sewing machine and fabrics in it for some reason) and gagged, and I'm untying her and we are rushing to get the ropes off when she screams and I spin around and it's the woman (who's a foot or so taller than me), and she's got a huge knife. Suddenly she stabs herself, like repeatedly, like she's hypnotized, and so I grab Whitney and we start to run.
I jerked awake at this point and I look over at Connor, who's asleep in the bed with me, and the woman is right there behind him, like I saw her face laying asleep on the pillow. I screamed and fell off the bed, then got up and beat the pillow with my pillow, smacking Connor in the process, and he did not care one lick.
I really wanna say the dream was set in the 1920s, but we drove a 50s-60s era vehicle to the house. Our clothes were casual, shorts and plaid short or sleeveless shirts, I'd call it a casual, wanna be country, surburban housewife style. The Woman wore a long front buttoned dress that really could have been any era, but definitely felt like something 'country'. The children, I ant really remember, but the 2 youngest children were in white dresses and caps. One of the ghost kids was a boy, 8-10 aged, in a dark blue pair of shorts with a jacket shirt thing, reminds me of an early 1900s schoolboy type outfit with a matching newsboy cap. The dream felt like we were in the past, but I can't pinpoint it. Anywhere from 1900-1970s, I guess.
So that's all I've got, and like I said, it was really interesting and confusing and strange and scary.
