Dreams of a basement with secret walls and hidden compartments

For many years I’ve dreamt of a basement with secret walls and hidden compartments. The basement is underneath a store, and I always assumed that someone lived in the hidden compartments, but I could never find who it was that lived down there, or find all of the compartments.

With my newfound ability to stay conscious most of the night I found all of the compartments this morning, and I was stunned to learn that dozens of people lived in them. I was further surprised that I “knew” most of the people from previous dreams.

At first a few of them tried to kill me. One of them stabbed me with a syringe of some sort. That knocked me down pretty good, and under normal circumstances I might have gone back to sleep, but a few people, including an advanced yoga instructor I met several years ago, helped me recover. When everyone learned that I wouldn't/couldn’t die, they gave up.

I felt like it was my duty to go through the basement and clear it out, so even though they were living in these tight, cramped, horrible conditions, I went through all of the hidden compartments and asked them all to leave.

Nobody put up a fight. Some left without saying anything. I sat quietly with a few of them before they left. Two of them gave me gifts. Several of them hugged me on the way out.

After I hugged the last one I realized they were all gone. I took a few moments to look around and let it sink in, and then I woke up just before my alarm was set to go off.

I have no idea what this means, if anything, but if I keep progressing, I don't think I’ll see those people or that basement ever again.

~ a personal note from February 9, 2015