Dreaming of Slaughter.

In my dream, I was a ghost, loved ones were looking for me, I cried out as loud as I could, but none could hear me, I started to cry cause of the hopelessness of it all.
Then I noticed a brooch of mine, and I picked it up and when I did the lights turned off and everyone could see me, But I was still a ghost.
And one of the people told me I was alive, but I dont believe im alive, thats why im a ghost, So in order to be in my body again I had to believe I was alive.
Eventually I believed I was alive, and I woke up lost in the forest trying to find my way back, but I forgot what I was trying to get back to.
I was wondering for a long time.
When I finally found a house, it was familiar I recognized it at first as the house that was across the street from my old house, but upon closer inspection, I realized it was diffrent, Instead of a little cottage, it was a old house, the yard was huge, and was full of pot holes that was full of dirty water and blood, and it smelled of death, rotting flesh, And from tree's there was peices of animals and people, it didnt scare me though, I seemed drawn by the macabre lawn ornaments, So I walked toward the slaughter house, not even thinking what would happen if I encountered the owner of the slaughters.
But when I went inside, I found myself, Sitting in a dark corner, crying.
Then I woke up.