In my dream, I’m at person’s house. They live in a nice, ornate, black and white house with green shrubs and glass walls.

Inside was like a tacky medieval castle with reds and golds everywhere.

In this dream I find out I’m at Ashley’s house. Her parents are religious so we’re doing a church related activity. However, something strange is happening. People are being possessed and harmed.

There are four weird things, wall decorations I think, that are stuck in the wall that people can take out. They are rectangle, flat-ish, made of rought iron and had designs like lions and other medieval things on them. I distinctly remember one was yellow.

In the dream I keep removing them and looking in a secret passageway behind the wall but I don’t find anyone. However, someone, a ratty looking guy, keeps removing them from behind the wall and looking at people when I’m not there.

I get possessed and go into a trance.

All of a sudden I’m outside. It had been raining but it was still cloudy. Dad drives up. He gets out and has something in his hands that is wrapped in a pair of jeans. It’s my laptop. He says, “I’m about to do something I should have done a long time ago,” while walking towards a shed to get a hammer to smash it.

I snap out of the trance and try to stop him, saying “Daddy! Daddy! No! Please stop!” and thinking of ways to save the important things before he smashes it.

All of a sudden I’m back in the trance and I’m standing in front of my dad. I’m obviously looking very high and say, “Do you wanna pet the dog?” referring to the dog I see walking around that isn’t really there.

Dad looks very angry and says, “I fucking hate dogs.”

All of a sudden my laptop is gone and my dad is trying to hit me.

“I HATE YOU” he’s shouting. “I HATE YOU.”

“No you don’t daddy,” I reply.

“Yes, I hate you here. If you leave and go to another place, I won’t hate you as much. But as long as you live with me, I hate you” he replies.

I agree to go home and pack up my things and leave. I get into a small red van like vehicle a few yards behind dad’s truck and before I’m about to drive of, I take my laptop which is sitting beside the house. I note how wet the ground is.

As I drive off, a little tan-ish colored dog walks in front of me and I almost run her over. Dad is walking around outside and I figure I’m still in my trance. He walks over to her and lovingly boops her on the nose with his finger and says “I love you Mandy.”

Mandy is my neighbor’s dog but she’s a black toy poodle. Not this dog.

I open up the door to my van and she runs in.

Somehow we end up in dad’s house yet it isn’t his house. It looks like a stereotypical suburban home decorated to look all nice and warm when it’s actually sickening.

I look at a paper tag like a price tag form an antique store hanging from the dog’s collar by a string that has her name. I think it says Coral so I call her by it a few times but she doesn’t respond.

Somehow the letters on the tag get bigger and see that her name is Corra.

I can’t remember how the dream ends.

notes: i have a theory that people can share dreams. i had shared dreams with my dad since i was a toddler. it's how i learned about a terrible fear he had for years and secret desires that i think he had at one point. i think this dream was a shared dream. he wanted me to move out because he couldn't stand to be around me, but he would never admit it because if i moved, he'd lose all control over me.

after i moved out of his house at 21, we went no contact for a while. he was clearly upset that he couldn't control me anymore, but stopped trying to assert dominance when i started dating a man who was just as bad as him. after leaving that guy, i was no longer afraid of my dad. he had no control over me. he couldn't hurt me. i was free and and there was nothing he nor anyone else could.