So I had a dream about ghosts and the Bryant House I grew up in which is haunted. The dream starts off with me not knowing but we had moved back into that house and were unpacking. I wasn’t told anything so when we had driven up to the house and were walking around inside I was super on edge and very upset. no one would listen to me about this house. I had tried to make do anyway cause I know I can handle myself with ghosts and full on powerful entities. we had moved in and got settled, the dream had skipped around a bunch. as it started out I was afraid of the house and didn’t want to investigate things but as time went on I didn’t mind having interactions with the ghosts and eventually had formed bonds with some of them. the ghost children of the family would play around with me or tell me things that happen around the house that they had observed. my dad was seemingly being influenced or at least it felt like it. he had started becoming a major jerk for some reason. also cause dream logic this house had become a mansion and so had 4 levels including a basement. I had come to expect when the ghosts would appear but there were still some I was very hesitant on being friends with or even interacting with or seeing throughout the house. there was still an evil there but now I felt better about living alongside whatever it was. Im glad to see that my relationship with that house is changing as I work through the trauma but there’s still more to deal with it seems. however, I still fucking hate these haunted house dreams and I woke up from that one sweating and anxious