The 3rd House Ghost- Trapped

This is my third or forth dream about a ghost in a house. I feel that I must acknowledge there meaning before they will stop. This time I didn't act as scared as in the other dreams. I confronted the ghost.

I was going into the bathroom of a big white house. I walked back and forth between the bedroom and the bathroom collecting some things. I noticed the doors had a force behind them. When I would touch them I could feel that someone was trying to push them closed. This time I played back. I pushed back fighting the force.. Then weakened my effort to make it seem like I the door was going to shut before fighting back with all my effort again in a playful way.
I finally went into the shower and the door shut. The shower was on running hot water and the steam was filling the room. I was burning and couldn't breath. I couldn't open the door this time.

The people out side the room all went into a panic because there was some kind of fire or steam that was taking over the house and I was trapped in the bathroom on the top floor. It was the old bathroom that I photographed in Colorado.

I also dreamt of David. We were sitting at a dinner table and he was giving me advice. Then I dreamt of Km. That I had flew home without notice and surprised him. I ran up to him and we hugged.

I feel like this apt has become my trap. I feel like the ghost represents all the things from my past that won't let me be happy here. Then there are the dreams about the murderer who I recently found out is Aydin. Representing what... My fear of him hurting me..
David represents reason and approaching things without any emotion. Km represents my desire to leave or escape to somewhere I feel safe and accepted.

This is my third time trying to live with a man. The first time I ever tried. I had reoccurring dreams that I was drowning, running out of air or couldn't breath. I was always just below the surface of the water but I couldn't reach the top...

When I woke up this morning I remembered how I used to make myself a fruit smoothie every Saturday morning at my apt in New York. When I lived on my own, when I only had to consider what I like when I prepared food.