Brain arguments

I had a couple of scary dreams this morning. Normally I'm fine with them, but the first one took me completely by surprise.

I was in the old house doing something in the basement. Normally when I dream of the old place my brain fights about having my room in the basement or on the main floor- my room has been on both levels at some point while we lived there. Anyway, I think I was straightening up the rec room and had just headed upstairs to the main level. Most of the lights were off and I'm pretty sure almost all my family asleep since I didn't run into anyone. I went into the kitchen and was getting ready to do the dishes when I noticed my boyfriend at the table. He came up behind me and hugged me, very happy to see me. This is where I started fighting it. My brain was telling me that we owned the house and of course my boyfriend would be there, but I resisted the idea because said boyfriend has never even been to that house. As far as I'm sure, he's never even seen it. So I started panicking thinking he couldn't be here, I did not own that house, and that this was all wrong. The moment I start fighting this sort of dream I usually can wake up. It is one think to be remembering my childhood, but to mix my current situation with a place I haven't seen in almost a decade is very weird. I would have thought it would have been my parents house at least.

This second dream was more actual scar. I was walking around the neighborhood where my parents live and found a section of homes that were old and new that was being built up in-between. I ended up poking around because one of the homes was not finished on the outside, but the inside had drywall that was up and painted like there would be someone in there soon. I ran into the homeowner and we ended up talking about all sorts of things. I ended up walking with her and she was telling me something about local legends. Like if you do a certain thing this witch will show up and take you. I didn't know what to believe, but I definitely didn't want her to call it up. For whatever reason I end up staying the night with her. I remember curling up on my side and seeing her stand in the doorway. She's going to call the witch. She does something that I couldn't see and tosses something onto my bed. I quickly curl up tight and cover my face essentially playing dead because I'm fairly sure if you don't see the witch she does not see you. I can tell that there was something hovering over the bed and I refused to see it. Whatever it was, picked up what was tosses on my bed and left. I waited a short time before I got up and headed out of that place. I entered this sort of townhome community with a bunch of younger kids. Everyone looked like they were getting ready for a party, and I may have been recruited to help. I went down this hall to an attached barber shop, and found two people dead. I had to get out of there fast. It seemed this witch struck at the two that saw her. I warned several adults who went to work keeping the children away and entertained while they took care of it. What got me was that strong feeling of dread and knowing that there was something else in the room after that woman left.