I had a really vivid dream last night. I seemed to be moving into an old dilapidated house. I had some small children with me but they weren't mine.
I was having trouble finding somewhere to put the freezer. Eventually found a room which was more like a cave so plugged it in there after shifting some filing cabinets. There was a door in this room which had been wallpapered over but the knob kept rattling as if someone was trying to open it from the other side.
As I was spooked I took the children outside to a park. There were strange aircraft flying about, they had no tailplane, were just rounded at the back.
At some point a knife fight broke out which is when I woke up.
I have been trying to figure out if this has any meaning or if it is a combination of curry and cider. Grateful for any insights.