house crumbling

I dreamt of the house I grew up in. I was house sitting. A main living room picture window was busted. I was there while it was getting fixed. Then I was outside talking to someone about it getting fixed. Some people were sitting in the dining room and the wall started to crumble and the floor was rotted and fell apart. Then some guy started shooting in the house.  I think I kind of gave up


Then I was in a prison of sorts. It was a small square room. Prisoners were being brought in and each had a stall no larger than the person. The room was dark. I realized I wasn't a prisoner as much as I was someone there to make sure the prisoners didn't live long. They couldn't see me because their eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet. Myself and another girl would partner up and kill the new prisoners. It didn't feel bad though. It felt like we were keeping things clean and taken care of.