I used to dream that there were hidden compartments in my actual current car at the time. I had that lots, and got quite excited about all the hidden compartments that were never actually there.
Also in my twenties and thirties, I dreamt of a place where a man in a check shirt was cutting and moving logs continually outside in the garden and a baby was crying. I found the woodcutter very menacing, nightmare fashion.
The house was tudor built on a large corner plot.
Interior decor was all beige.
There was a hallway that ran the length of the front of the downstairs of the property. This had windows one side and mirrors on the other side.
A few years later, after this dream finished visiting me, I was working a couple of hundred miles away from home and soon found a digs that suited me. I had stayed there for a few weeks when I realised that from the outside it was a mirror image (ie actually reversed as per a mirror image) of the property in my dream. The interior was completely different though. No hall along the front of the property, no beige anywhere.
I casually mentioned the similarities to the hosts at the property. The look on their faces when I described the differences internally were unforgettable. There had been a hallway which the previous owners had taken out, to enlarge the room sizes. The backs of cupboards revealed the beige decor.
The hosts asked about if there were noises. I said yes the man was always cutting and dragging wood, and a baby was crying, continuously.
Again their faces were shocked - the previous owners had noticed a dragging noise, which they could hear all night long and their baby kept waking... to the point that they had to move out (at the time my dreams stopped).