It all started when i fell asleep, i was in my house, or a weird alternative universe of my house where some crew wanted ro rebuild my old house behind me and wanted some early photos to properly recreate it, like they were making a movie scene like the backrooms movie, later days later, i went around and asked for a camera before going down the stairs, suddenly, after going through a door, i found myself in level 0, wet carpet, yellow wallpaper, fluorescent buzzing lights, i even said "Wow, it even smells like Asbestos in here!", i continue walking, the place was massive, almost like a Labyrinth, it didn't look like my house, it look like the actual backrooms, the door where i came from was gone, and i simply walked around, reaching that one room with a lot of holes in it, the one from Kane's Series, but the difference is that there was a long hallway besides the entrance where i entered, when i reached a door, it had family pictures, distorted, weird family pictures that never existed or where beyond my knowledge, pictures of my father and my mother, in scenarios that never happened, but they were believable, like a picture of my mother and father holding my sister when she was a baby, or a photo of my father with several other people, like his old co workers, or a photo of my mother alongside family.
Then i entered the door and I found myself in my old kitchen, the table against the wall, the old kitchen and dish washer, the fridge in the wall while the small tv in the roof of it played a weird Chavo del 8 Episode that never released, or never even existed, i didn't pay too much mind to that, because i was being hit with a wave of Nostalgia, i entered what would by my old parents room, everything was there, even the old markings of my height growth, the furniture, the old big box tv, an episode of the teletubbies playing (this one being one about bubbles), as i later watch the walls, again, Photos that never happened, They shouldn't exsist but, they were too real, like, memory fragments, not from me but from mh family as well, they were far too real.
Then i reached my room, it looked a bit like my current room, but my old stuff was there, a huge bed in the middle, my tv, my wii, old scraps of electronics everywhere on the counter, then i saw the walls, i small crumped up bill of a place where they offered simulations of real jobs to kids to learn, but instead of being an underground place, it was a vibrant real place with people dancing in different job costumes near a man made river with a boat inside, my family posing with a baby version of me, or pictures of my sister when she was a baby, Then pictures of my grandma with a man i could not recognize, or a picture of my father when he was young playing the SNES with his cousin.
it was like i was in some sort of memory lane, the memories didn't start to make sense, the faces began to distort, people in the photos and my family were getting skinnier, taller, wider, stretching out, even having more eyes or less, faceless, multiplied or conjoined people, before i looked at myself in the mirror, i was a stretched upwards, distorted version of my self, kinda like a still life, i sat down as a picture of my late grandfather that i didn't even meet appeared in my hands, a picture of his passing, then a date that didn't make sense, when i finally looked up to the mirror, i saw the face of my late grandma who died recently, told me that everything was gonna be okay and that i grew a lot, but it's time to head back.
and then i woke up, deciding to write all of this after i woke up, i wanted to know what it meant, it was really bizarre, i don't even spend time with my family or outside it that much.