End of Year/Haunted Home

First post in over a year, should be more regular now. I've got Windows Live Writer set up on my new laptop so it takes zero time to get on and write stuff. Fingers crossed.

 

Fell asleep listening to Julien Neto.

Overall, the dream had the sense of being the end of the Ecola year and everyone saying goodbye to each other and stuff.  At one point a bunch of people came and applauded myself and some others for something we'd done that year - it was  a lot of people applauding us too. Also, my Monroe friends were there, and there was a part where we were in a hot tub, and then some concept-art-type diagrams of someone climbing a really high tree above the hot tub. Early in the dream, there was a part about driving down to somebody's house for some reason or another, I'm not sure about that at all. Later in the dream, I went up onto the dream-exclusive third floor of the Monroe house. I knew a back story to it, because it was abandoned up there, and when we had went far enough up into the third floor, we thought we saw or heard something and came running back down. It was apparently haunted up there. After that, I took some people up there with me to give them a tour, the one I remember being Derek Strei. It consisted of four rooms, Robby and I had rooms adjacent to each other which were large and had high ceilings. Running in between our rooms was a walkway high up from the floor. The walkway made it so that our rooms were sort of joined, as you could walk up to the walkway from either side and look down into either room. This walkway led across the hallway ( so that you could look down onto the hallway from the walkway)  to another set of two adjacent rooms, but theses rooms shared the same floor-level with the walkway so they didn't have high ceilings and you didn't have to walk down any stairs to get to their floors. One was my mom's room, one was a storage room.  In the storage room were many clocks, radios, and boxes. The back story to all this was that when we had first moved into the house, we all had our rooms up there, but slowly we started moving lower into the house. Mom first, joined later by Robby and myself. I'm not sure why, but maybe it had something to do with the 'haunted' aspect or maybe it was because it took to long to get downstairs or something.