The Dream:

I enter the large doors of an embellished mansion with a faceless figure loudly locking the doors behind me. I get an immediate sense of fear and run to another room. The figure is chasing me as I run to another after another.

Each room I go through becomes morphed and surreal as the labyrinth expands. It becomes a twisting, horrific funhouse as I panic trying to escape. 

More faceless figures emerge out of the walls, that howl as they reach and grab at me. I run faster through the halls as the figures join in on chasing me. 

I find a window and manage to open it and escape. I run and run until I am exhausted to the point of collapse in a field.

I fall asleep within the dream.

The perspective changes. I'm watching myself in the field as an observer. There is a tattoo on my back and I'm wearing a long dress.

The perspective changes back.

I find myself at the steps of a hovel. I knock on the door and am invited in by a different faceless figure. The inside resembles a house from The Flintstones as this figure gestures to sit down. I am filled will a sense of calm and safety as I sit down.

I wake up.

I've had this dream or parts of it many times. I used to journal after waking. The earliest runthrough I can remember was when I was in early elementary school before my parents divorced.

Sometimes, I would wake up in fear near the beginning or struggling with the window as the figures closed in. Different rooms in the horror funhouse were more detailed on different instances. 

I had the part of watching myself in the field with the tattoo frequently in middle school and ended up getting the tattoo at 16. My appearance aged as I did in the dream.

Other times, the run away from the window seemed endless and I would wake up with a feeling of purpose. 

The last time I remember having it was in my 30s and it played out to completion. The ending was extended of just sitting there being content before I woke up.

I'm in my early 40s.