We were at someone's house. It was somewhat big, with multiple floors. There was some kind of celebration or get together, and apparently it was for me. There were no longer a lot of people at this point. Maybe there were more earlier in the dream, but I can't remember it.
I was walking down the house, and I heard somebody washing dishes or something. It was a shirtless man older than me. He seemed to be like my dad but I didn't get a clear look at his face. But it was like a fatherly figure. Or maybe unclely. Is that a word? I kinda said something like for him not to do the dishes because I would do it, but he was saying no, that he would. He was kind of saying that it was not that much, and then somebody kind of corrected him and said no, those are all dirty.
That person was my eldest brother. For some reason, he didn't have a shirt either. I thanked him because he was the one who put the party or get together together. But again, there were not a lot of people left there by this point. I was with somebody though. It was my wife or one of my kids or something. I think it may have been my older son, and I think earlier in the dream I may have been looking for him around the house because it was time to go or something. I remember hugging my older brother to thank him, but it was like I was looking at me and him instead of actually experiencing the embrace, if that makes sense.
And then we were kind of just outside. It felt like we were in the Philippines. There were some people there. I remember thinking that even though I looked just like them, I probably stood out by my behavior or mannerisms. And then I kind of walked past this garden like place by this row of bushes. There were some people sitting around, people who knew me. They were just relaxing, I guess.
And then I walked past them, and the dream took a turn. Suddenly I was in this rundown complex of apartments. The building itself was rounded or circular. The doors and walls had kind of fallen off and you could see from one unit to the other. Some of the belongings were still there, but they were all rotten, dirty and disgusting. It felt like it used to be an affluent neighborhood and that the people who used to live there were my current neighbors in America. There was one long hallway that seemed to have been turned into a bedroom. There was a blue or purpley bed on the floor, which was all rotten. There were like moldy stains on the walls and floors that remained.
People were walking around the units like it was some kind of tour or attraction. I was trying to imagine what the place had looked like before it had been run down. I felt like I recognized what they used to be. I was moving from one unit to another and seeing where the halls and bedrooms were. I had expected every unit to have the same design but they were all slightly different.
There was one place I went into where I saw some disgusting rotten food stuffs. One of them was in like a wide round tin container. The stuff in it was yellow like scrambled eggs. I remember feeling disgusted by them. There were other stuff, but I can't remember them exactly.
And then suddenly, I was outside. There was kind of somebody with me the whole time. It felt like a childhood friend and I was kind of a child again. (Earlier in the dream in the house, I felt like a young adult, maybe in my twenties.). We were by an outdoor faucet and there were people around us. We were down on the ground trying to wash off the tin container. I could see the water going over the substance, and as the yellow stuff came off, I could see things underneath it, kind of like vegetables or something. I remember wondering why we were trying to wash it off and why I even grabbed the can in the first place.
That's kind of all I remember. I woke up to use the restroom in the middle of the night, which is how I was able to recall this. I tried to remember as much as I could, I probably couldn't have gotten back to sleep if I had tried harder. It didn't bother me or anything. I just thought it was interesting.
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