The house on a hill
Once upon a dream, there was a house that sat on a hill; bright and open, ready to have someone live in it. Looking around, everything seemed perfect, except for a child that watched and tried to kill me with mind powers. So I ran, down the hill and out of line of sight. That was it, until the next dream, with the very same house.
It was occupied this time, as I woke in a room of people who were all sleeping. There was a tv still on, playing some channel, the audio falling on ears not paying any attention. I got up, and walked out to a small opening in the middle of a hallway. Across from the door I walked out of was another door, leading to a room like the one I had just left. I looked out of a window which had pillows on the sill for anyone who wished to sit, to see snow on the ground; a light powder still falling. I stepped outside, and walked down a small pathway and ended up laying between some trees before I woke to reality.
The last in this trilogy, was the house long forgotten and run down. I walk inside, knowing the house without ever haveing been inside, because this last dream was the first one I had. The floor boards creaked as I took each step, and I found myself in front of the door that was fammiliar before I had ever seen it. The door I walked out of, filled once with people on a cold winter night. I went to step towards it, but the wood broke beneath me, causing me to fall, and fall, and fall.