Dreams doors

I dreamt that I had to go back to boarding school with my husband. I felt strange being there as a grown woman. I got lost trying to find my way out of the building, going through strange doors until I came out on to the roof. There was the school janitor and other people up there, they were going to tell me how to get out when I saw a sign to the school theatre (where I had spent most of my time as a teenager) and ran off in that direction. Then I saw the roof from a birds eye perspective and saw the janitor and other people turn into a flock of pigeons and swoop down onto school kids below. One girl caught one and flung it down onto the ground. The sky went dark and all the birds were dead on the floor, with blood and feathers everywhere.

I was with one of my friends, who is a girl, during dead night time. I then found myself walking a brown horse to a barn with the girl. There was a big oak tree in front of the main doors so we could not close them. We then went inside and there were somehow these lights we could turn on, they were these fan-lights that you would find in any ordinary house, except they were in the barn. We had trouble turning them on but we managed to do it.then I had the thought that there were zombie coming to get me and my friend. For some reason, more of my friends started to show up. Me and some of my friends were by windows when the zombies started to appear. then i noticed the zombies were yanking my friends out of the windows they were next to. One also got me and I died,

My car was towed away again. The first time the stripped the doors and tires. Now they find my car and tow it. It make it difficult for me to get it back.

I was in a hotel. I was in the hallway. There were 26 doors. Each door had a painting and a letter above it. I was told that something was wrong with the paintings. I was to try and fix it so people could go in the rooms. I looked at each door for awhile, looking at the painting and the letter. When I got to the letter Q, I realized what was wrong. The pictures were turning dark and evil. Then all the hotel residences came into the room, waiting for me to fix their painting so they could go in their room. I fixed a few from R to Z then someone said, I'll fix the rest, now that I know, Thank you for helping us. Then I walked down the stairs and out of the hotel

In a large living room with 2 french doors on opposite ends of the room. There are sheers blowing almost touching the ceiling. It was lightning frequently and between the 2 french doors there was a painting with a bolt of lightning and periodically the streak would flash in the painting. Mark Consuelos was in the room laughing at me.