It started out at my parent's house. I was either living there, or staying there for a few days and so was my sister. We were sleeping on the living room floor in sleeping bags (this dream has lots of sleeping bags in it FYI. Weird) and there were multiple cat's litter boxes on the hearth of the fireplace that I had the duty of cleaning out for some reason. There were huge, human-sized pieces of crap in them, and I would pour out the litter onto the hearth and sift through it. This had nothing to do with the ghost element of the dream, but it was pretty weird/gross none the less.
The dream morphed into my sister and myself sleeping on my parent's bed. Their room was apparently haunted but we were sleeping in it anyway. There was an evil entity, but it would start out slow, projecting itself as innocent, Victorian-style ghosts that would try to be your friend but would eventually turn into scary skeletons in long robes that would fly around on the ceiling and scream. In the dream I kept falling in and out of sleep on the bed and I think in real life I was falling in and out of sleep too. I kept feeling things brush up against me lightly, and in real life I am pretty sure it was my cat, but in the dream it was ghosts.
The next scene involved my mom getting ready to go somewhere and there was another lady wearing fancy clothes with red hair that would mimic her movements and follow close behind her. It was supposed to be her mom, but it was really an evil ghost. My mom knew it was there but didn't care because she liked the ghost even though it was a bad ghost. She said "We're going shopping." There was another element to that part where my mom hired me to take pictures of something for $150 and I demanded payment up front because I thought she wouldn't pay me, and she cut me a check that was printed off a printer. I was irritated because she was friends with the ghost.
There was also a random part about me being wrapped tightly in a sleeping bag on the floor of the basement and there were a bunch of bad ghosts that just looked like black shadows milling around on the staircase, blocking it. I was going through a stack of papers that were apparently job reviews from my old work that I was supposed to input into a computer so people's raises would be reflected on their next paychecks. I was offended because the corporate office was giving all the Somali peeps like $5 an hour and all the other people were getting paid normal amounts and were getting raises. The writing on the papers was in pencil and looked like a little kid had wrote them.
The scene changed to me, my sister, and some other people standing in my parent's neighbor's driveway talking, and I looked in my parent's backyard and all the statues they have in the yard had been moved into the middle of the yard (by the ghosts apparently). They have a retro 1950s concrete statue of a deer, and somehow the ghost had removed its antlers and all its facial features so it was just a smooth, creepy, torpedo-shaped face. All the other statues looked like they'd been sandblasted or something. Also, the ghost had dug up pets that my parents had buried, and laid them out neatly on the lawn, but they were in sleeping bags. My parents (in real life, like 15 years ago) once buried a dog, a poodle named "Lucy" in a Care Bear's sleeping bag under a pine tree, and that was laid out on the lawn in the dream. And apparently my dog -- who is actually alive in real life -- had been dug up and was in a sleeping bag on the lawn too, but since she had been buried only "45 days" prior, her corpse was very decomposed and was soaking through the sleeping bag. I was screaming and screaming and screaming and then I woke up. I think I was screaming in real life, or at least yelping or something.
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