Dream About Exs House In The Woods

I go to my ex’s house - a house in the woods the same house we looked at before we moved to Norfolk- this one was in Gloucestershire - it was the house I fell in love with before even going inside. I go in the open door, she isn’t there so I sit on the rug on the floor because there is no sofa. I’m sitting there and a dog appears - though not quite a dog more like a hyena and it was as though it was laughing at me. The inside of the house is exactly how I remembered it when we viewed it 22 years ago , Indian style furniture the smell of incense and a window looking out into the garden which was surrounded by trees - it is like I am right back there. I turn to look out the window then when I turn back my ex is where the hyena/dog was but I can’t describe what she is wearing - I remember we start talking about the divorce and she is saying she wants it just to end that she has lived a lie long enough. She starts shouting and screaming as we are still sitting on the rug then she leans in and kisses me but it isn’t her it’s the hyenas and the hyena is laughing - there is no element of the dog left now just the laughing hyena The hyena disappears and I’m alone - but there is movement behind the wicker screen separating a small area of the room from the rest - the smoke from incense is filling the room and the sound of running water is coming from behind the screen I wait for what seems like eternity then you come from behind the screen carrying a tray of food - I remember exactly what you are wearing - black leggings with bright pink bits up either side, a black t-shirt and your hair has a single piece of pink in it to match the pink of the leggings . You are smiling but at the same time you aren’t, you place the tray on the rug and disappear back behind the screen the tray is laden with the most brightly coloured sushi I have seen - every colour of the rainbow - but as I eat it I realise it is made of paper but I continue to eat it - I hear you laughing behind the screen but it isn’t you or at least it isn’t your laughter and that’s when I see it isn’t the incense that is making the smoke but the flames that now completely surround the rug - I see the hyena through the flames laughing hysterically That’s when I woke up soaked in sweat