Had another interesting dream.

I kept trying to go into the basement, but the lights kept breaking every time I turned one on. They were those pull string kind where it's just a bulb and a socket, and the bulbs were burnt out or shattered. So I kept having to look for new bulbs. It was like my basement here, but much larger, darker, and more cluttered. Even when the lights were working the spaces were dim, so there were these dark spaces between each bare illuminated bulb. And I started to see figures. There were 3, a young woman with black hair, a young red haired man in the victorian era clothing of a young man, the third a ghostly figure of an older teen girl somewhere between 16 and 19 with dirty blonde hair and a simple if frilly white sun dress. The third one I started to see regularly. At first I was very afraid, but as I started to see her regularly I figured out she wasn't a threat.
For some reason I kept finding a blue duffel bag in what was my sister's old room. A typical girls room with white painted wooden furniture with pink accents, as well as pink and white bedding. And one night while in the basement I see her pick up the folded duffel back, which had been replaced back in the basement, and disappear. Lo and behind it was in my sisters bedroom again (The ghost girl was not my sister. In fact I discussed the duffel bag with my sister in the same dream when she found it lying on her bed during a visit). I figured out the girl was hinting that she was trying to run away from home when she died. And later deduced that something heinous had been done to her in her old house by a boyfriend.
I kept having flashbacks to an isolated farmhouse with a big white wooden barn behind it, with a clump of trees growing up behind the barn, bare fields all around. The barn had the logo of a stern looking mans face painted on it along with text, some sort of advertisement (I know, why would such an isolated barn have an advertisement on it? I have no idea either). In another dream I found out that a pillow had been stashed in the barn, the last remaining item from what had been done to her. So I had to set out to the farm to find it and destroy it. So I go out looking for this farm. And being decades later it was in ruins. The house had imploded from neglect and was being consumed by vines and undergrowth. The barn just barely standing, with 1/3 of the structure collapsed. The white paint was quite worn, with most of the remaining structure the color of weather beaten wood, but some of the old advertisement remained. It was in fact the same location from my dreams. And surrounded by barren freshly tilled fields just like in the old days.

(And that was the end. I woke up before the dream finished)