Deja Vu Houses

Recurring houses. Recurring breaking and entering. Recurring faux par. What is going on?

The setting is always early morning around 2:30 am. The moon is always full imparting a dim light. However, the clouds are thin and wispy yet cover the sky streaking across the moon. The house is a single story ranch style house. A mid-size river lazily scrolls by maybe forty or fifty feet from the house. The house covers a large plot of land and may possibly contain four or five bedrooms.

The only differences between dreams is how and why I am breaking and entering into the house. At times I paddle on a boat to the dock but this time I am coming over a hill to the house. The time I came by boat I was seeking refuge from the zombie apocalypse. This time; however, I am dressed in tight military clothes with weaponry attempting to take the house from occupation.

I crawl down from the hill very slowly and quietly. Once I get to the back door I sit up and rest on one knee. I double-check my light assault rifle and ammunition. The back door is a slider made of rice-paper. A quick shift to open the door a crack and I notice a camera sliding across the roof. I wait for the camera to turn to make another pass through the house and reach up to yank it down. A fast sleight of hand and the camera lay at my feet with dangling wires from the roof.

I slip in and shut the paper door softly and slowly. This room houses a large safe-style door that is the entry-way to the control room of the entire facility. I don't know how I know this but I do. I confidently walk lightly towards the door and attempt to crack the lock. Red lights and a low drone ring out from speakers. Busted!

Through the door comes a faceless man. A quick tap of the trigger reflex and the body is a slump on the ground. I decide to cheese it and jump through the rice paper door. Past my ears I can feel the ripple of the air. I am being shot at. A sudden burst of my legs and I displace and tumble to my right. I roll to my back and am able to pound a few 5.56 rounds into the chest of a figure on the roof. To my side I remember I packed a few grenades; smoke grenades. I pop three of them open and scatter them in my general area. I run up the hill; low and sleek. I turn around to notice confusion and hysteria in the smoke and around the house.

I wake to a sensation of deja vu. I come to this same house time after time and find myself escaping each time. Zombies overran the complex, samurai mutants occupied the ranch and ran me out, this time military personnel.

What does it mean? Recurring theme, environment, and hostilities; I concede to this one. I do not have the faintest idea...