"Last Night's Dream"- a real dream

[Some background].
The City of Atlanta is offering persons $10K, if they will move into, take possession of and rehabilitate an abandoned house in Vine City, which is a part of the Metro Atlanta, in the NW side of the city of Atlanta proper.
It is within spitting distance of the Georgia Dome, and the new Mercedes Benz stadium.
The entire area is filled with urban blight, abandoned buildings, high crime and drug trafficking.

This house is just off my normal route which I take to my post office, hence how I became aware of it.
The whole area was once a sort of ‘upper middle class’ neighborhood.
I first noticed the raw stone exterior, not fake stone, but real, stacked stonework.
The walls appear to be about 12-18 inches thick, as you can see in the next photo where someone had to bust through the wall to put in a dryer or heater vent.

There are no electrical wires coming to this building now, the side opposite this has significant Kudzu encroachment. On the backside of the building, is a ‘shed roof’ wooden addition, I would assume it to be a bathroom/laundry addition.

[And now, the dream.]

Since I had been unable to find any mention of ownership of this property, no tax records etc, I got permission to enter the premises, and along with a friend, we entered in through the front door.
It was as if we’d stepped through a time portal; the rooms inside, while in a state of mild clutter and disarray one sometimes finds when visiting older relatives who live along, it was in no way indicative of abandonment.
On the contrary, it had a ‘homey, warm and comforting’ feeling to it.
Not seeing anyone at first, we tentatively began looking around.
At the back of the room (as it appeared the entire building was one largish room) there were double closets, filled with old ladies clothing on one side, and men's clothing on the other.
Around the room, on top of various dressers and cabinets were books, photo albums, old newspapers.
A lone armchair was amidst this clutter, and when we turned back from exploring, there she sat.
A nice lady who was not in any way upset to find two strangers in her home. She actually welcomed us, offered us some tea.
She said she’d been alone there since her husband died, and she never went outside any more, since that time she’d heard a noise and found some young ‘hooligans’ stashing stolen (she assumed) items inside the crawl space under her house.

There had been some exchange of words, some ugliness, they threatened her but she gave them her ‘evil eye’, and the ran away in fear. As far as she knew they’d never been back. (the exterior of the house does have a sort of aura of spookiness about it.)
I asked her what year was this? When did that happen?
She was confused… she asked me what year it was now?
I told her it was 2017.
Her eyes flew open wide! She said:
“Oh dear me oh My! I really must be getting on now” and suddenly, everything inside became hazy and dimly lit.
Gone was the warm, cozy room, to be replaced by dark and dusty, stale smelling decay, wallpaper peeling, evidence of a roof leak.
No longer feeling welcome to snoop around, we fled the house.
We later found out that the woman who lived there alone after her husband had died, had died herself, after an altercation with some rowdy, lawless youths who had moved into the neighborhood.
She was beaten up, and crawled her way back up the steps, only to die in the doorstep.

People have avoided the house ever since.

And that... was my dream on the night of July 13th, 2017

“Last Night’s Dream” by
Jerry E Smith
©7/13/17