Holy shit I just had a spooky fucking nightmare. In it, my family had all moved into the same house for some reason. It was a pretty big one, lots of different rooms and shit. Anyway, at one point, my mom and I wake up one night to hear something happening in the kitchen so we head over there. As soon as we both make it to the far side of the room, the floor tiles on the opposite end burst up and a stream of lava blocks us from leaving. This gradually happens to each set of tiles as the streams move closer to us and we freak the fuck out. Our last action is to try to shimmy onto the fridge and counters to avoid the lava but as soon as we know it, we wake up in our beds. So we head back over to the kitchen and everything's ok, but there's a small cabinet placed in the wall that has a little diorama set into it. So we're kinda freaked out but we agree to go about our daily lives and dismiss it as a delusion. So eventually it happens again. And again and again. At this point I'm getting really paranoid and have a suspicion that my grandmother is behind it for some reason I forget. I confront her about it and he vehemently denies any knowledge of the anomaly but doesn't get scared of or angry with me, which further bolsters my suspicion. In addition, the next time it happens, I wake up and my room has been moved to one of the worst rooms in the house. After asking, it apparently always has been in there so I get really freaked out that I'm being gaslighted hardcore and start yelling at and shaking my grandma and then I wake up. There were also parts where I was snowed in on a military storage base and one where I was waiting in a church with a bunch of other people who were nagging me to play Bioshock Infinite.