Last night's dream had the overtones of either a TV programe or a book, although I was right in the middle of the action.
First, an 'opening shot' type of scene. A man, a killer. He'd killed lots of girls in his flat and hidden the bodies, either stuffed them up the chimney or hidden beneath the floor, I'm not quite sure what. He took their clothes and trophies.
Then I was in the flat with a bunch of young students, one was a young man with whom I had some kind of connection. Suddenly both he and I start getting images, impressions of what happened before in the flat. It seemed to be centred on me, as though I could 'see' what was happening and he could only feel it. We were sitting around a table in a living room, the others were taking notes and recordings, as though we were some kind of 'ghost hunting' unit. I was very very drawn to this young man (although in real life I would be old enough to be his mother, and have zero interest in very young men, or, indeed, most men at all) and he to me, although we couldn't do anything about it.
Then I was out and about, until (and this is my first EVER lockdown type dream) I got a text, telling me I had to isolate in this flat with these same people. I went to the flat, slightly confused, to find a young blonde girl freaking completely about lockdown and all of us trying to work out what had happened in there. My last image was of us conducting almost a seance, which seemed to consist of me walking around touching the walls and saying whatever came into my head, while this young man watched me.
The whole thing had overtones almost of a Doctor Who episode (not sure why, but that was kept springing to my mind during the dream) and also had shades of the kind of fiction I write (a romance with a slow-burn, and reasons why the couple can't be together). The flat itself was quite dark, oddly shaped and intriguing.