Jen’s Dream | In the Wrong House

I was in a house that was not mine. I was upstairs when I heard someone come home. From the top of the stairs I could see it was a man. I could make out the bottom section of his pants and shoes. 

It felt like I was trespassing. 

I started to get out of the house. Then I’m in the garage which connected to another garage (like a townhome). I’m trying to walk fast but not run so as not to draw attention to myself. 

My legs were heavy. I had a rock in my hand. 

There was a man in the garage dressed in a white body suit like painters wear. 

I didn’t know him and he didn’t seem to know me. 

I said hello and kept walking towards an open door. 

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