Another interesting dream

[hecatesmoon1964]

I did my usual prayers last night, to dream of my ancestors and to find my fetch through my dreams. I dreamt that I was in the house I lived in from 1976-1984, only I was the age that I am now. There was carpet that was loose on the living room floor, and I was standing in the doorway in the kitchen looking into the living room and looking at the floor. Someone was standing next to me, a female, who was speaking to me, but I could not understand her. Then I saw a mouse run across the carpet, which startled me, following the mouse was a mongoose like creature, maybe even a weasel. Anyway the mongoose/weasel was running after the mouse, trying like hel to capture it. I was rooting for the mongoose to get the mouse, cause I was thinking that I didn't want that mouse gnawing on any of my things. I looked to my right and saw that the woman standing next to me was my Aunt Helen, who passed away in 1998. She was all dressed up, and looking pretty as she would if she were alive. This is the second time that I have had a dream with her in it. She was also wanting the mongoose to catch the mouse and she kept talking away, but I didn't understand her, it was like she was murmuring. She then walked through the living room and walked into the room that used to be my mom's bedroom, and there laying on the king sized bed that was my mothers was my Mom. She slept through this all. I remember the last time I had a dream of my Aunt Helen, she was with my Mother and was waiting for my Mom to wake up out of her death daze. Then my dream changed. I was with my husband, and some other female, and I think one of my daughters, we were also with a whole other group of people. We were on a ghost tour. We were walking through a hotel like environment, that was supposedly haunted, and attached to this hotel was a railway station, all this was modern looking. Our host was telling us the history of the building,(which I can't remember what she was saying) and all I remember was that I was complaining about how bogus this ghost tour was. I was telling my husband that I didn't feel a damn thing in this place, that I bet it wasn't haunted at all. My husband then got this horrid look on his face, and started pointing hysterically behind me, I turned around and there was a escalator and a table or stand in front of it, and on the stand was a large jar much like an empty pickle jar and inside of it was a piece of chalk and it was floating inside of the jar by itself. And there before us several entities began to form. Then I woke up.
I don't really understand this dream, but I am writing it down so I can ponder on it and maybe come up with what I am being shown.