This time, there were ghosts

I've had a few dreams since I've been back, but mostly they have not been complex or interesting enough to note. In general, many of them seem to follow the motif of being lost or not knowing where things are going, which of course makes sense.

The other night, I had kind of a curious dream. I was on a class field trip of sorts, so I was surrounded by other students. We took the bus to this old abandoned house, and we all piled out. It was of course night, so it was dark, but it was not stormy. I guess I at least avoided that cliché.

We started to enter the old, delapidated house only it wasn't house-like on the interior. It instead resembled a mine of sorts... a gold mine or something... or maybe it was just a cave. finally, after walking through long winding underground passages, we came to a door. Behind the door was a room that resembled what I picture to be the stereotypical "formal parlor" that you see in posh Victorian-style houses. It was old-fashioned, and there was a really neat gramophone in the corner on a table. Anyway, a few of us sit down, though we are a bit freaked out and uneasy.

Then, in strolls a butler... only instead of opening the door and walking in, he glides effortlessly through the door. At this point, my classmates are really starting to get worried. The butler sits down, and all of the sudden, I realize that as long as we do not treat him as a ghost, he will not act out as a ghost, so I start to converse with him as usual, thus averting that crisis. From then on, I become the intermediary between the students and the ghosts, and that, unfortunately, is all I can remember.