anxiety dream #1

I'm in the house, the living room. Sandy is nearby. Without knocking, a man enters the room from outside. He is in his early thirties, with long unkempt blonde hair. At first I think he is my ex-brother-in-law and I'm shocked to see him. My niece has been on my mind lately.

But it isn't him. He has a faint air of menace. He leaves without speaking. I follow him outside to a bright sunny day, where I find a group of musicians setting up. Looks like a bluegrass band but the bass is odd, like a skeleton of a bass.

More people appear, and more, all relatively young and there is the air of a concert. Everyone seems vaguely hostile, as though they were extras in a biker movie. No one speaks to me though I try to talk with several people.

I return inside, which is now crowded, and the house has become huge, a kind of delapidated Meditteranean villa with multi-colored paint peeling from stucco walls.

I wander through the house, growing increasingly anxious and tense. I yell at people and start herding them outside. No one speaks to me, though they grudgingly mill to the door. I continue chasing people out until the house is almost empty. I walk upstairs to the roof. Someone is standing at the edge of the roof at the corner. There is a blue colored stripe of paint near the edge as a warning marker. I lie down and crawl to the edge. The person standing at the corner is leaning forward as though he might jump. I say something admonitory to him and I look over to see that the house is now surrounded by a dark lake which comes directly to the base of the house. I'm surprized by this because it wasn't there when I went outside earlier.

No one else is down there but I see a wooded island not far away. Somehow I know or over hear voices saying that everyone has gone there.

There is an overwhelming sense of anxiety and I wake panting and full of dread.