Homes

April 19, 2008 at 8:32 am (Uncategorized)

I tried channeling my dreams last night per Crystal’s suggestion, and asked to be shown the path to my joy.  This is the result.

The first part of the dream was kind of like a romantic comedy.  The male protagonist was with a girl, and the female protagonist was with a guy, and though the “viewers” of the scenes wanted the male protagonist and female protagonist to be together, they also liked the people they were already with.  Kind of like “Sweet Home Alabama” where you liked both Patrick Dempsey’s character and the other guy, and who would end up with Reece?

So anyway.  The male and female protagonist (I’m watching this, not in it, and the characters were pretty much like Patrick Dempsey and Kate Beckinsale) are friends, and they’re exploring the properties that Patrick owns (he’s rich, she’s not).  He’s built a castle, ostensibly for his girlfriend, but you can tell he built it with Kate in mind.  Kate likes it, is overwhelmed by it, but you can tell that it’s not “her”, and she tells Patrick so.  He looks disappointed, and asks “Well, what would your perfect home be?”  And she says, “Just like the little cottage in x (can’t remember the name she gave).”  Which turns out to be a little ivy-covered cottage that Patrick also owns.  There’s a sense that they’re going to choose to be together…

… the dream changes, and now I’m in it.  I’m at Grandma’s, and there’s the sense that I’m there for some sort of a family meeting.  Uncle Fred is there, but not seen.  I’m talking to Grandma about how homesick I am, and I’m saying without words that I want the house to be given to me.  Suddenly we realize that the trees at the edge of the woods bordering her property are on fire and instead of the fire moving backward into the woods, the flames are moving forward across the lawn toward the house.  My grandmother and I fight the fire back - the house is saved, but the trees right near the house, the willow and the poplar that I spent hours and hours playing in and lying under as a child, are destroyed.  My grandmother says something to the effect of, “Oh well, George never liked those anyway.”  “George” could be my brother-in-law George, or my uncle George.  I’m getting the sense it was my uncle George she meant.  Despite these words, I had the feeling she was going to give the house to me.

There was another part of the dream that I can’t remember the details of (an adventurous theme, lots of characters and running around), but in the end I started on the ground, I was running and leaped to jump over something, and instead of landing I just floated up and up and up.  I remember wanting to open my subconscious up to whatever was “up” there, receiving me.  I tried to concentrate and not concentrate at the same time.  I floated higher and higher into the atmosphere, sometimes moving quickly upward, sometimes almost drifting at a standstill with barely any upward movement.  I went through the clouds and was nearing the blackness of space.  The worry crossed my mind that I would suffocate, but at the same time I reminded myself to trust in what was happening.  Then as I reached the blackest part I woke up.

From this site:

Dreams relating to a house often refers to various aspects of the Self. When trying to analyze the house in your dream, consider also how the house is kept and the condition of it.  The rooms in the house relates to facets of your personality.

To see your home in your dream, signifies security, basic needs, and values. You may feel at home at your new job or you finally feel settled in a new environment. 

To see your childhood home in particular, suggests your own desires for building a family. It also reflects aspects of yourself that were prominent or developed during the time you lived in that home. You may experience some feelings or unfinished expression of emotions that are now being  triggered by a waking situation.

From this page:

Flying dreams fall under a category of dreams where you become aware that you are dreaming, known as lucid dreaming. Many dreamers have described the ability to fly in their dreams as an exhilarating, joyful, and liberating experience.?

If you are flying with ease and enjoying the scene and landscape below, then it suggests that you are on top of a situation. You have risen above something. It may also mean that you have gained a different perspective on things. Flying dreams and the ability to control your flight is representative of your own personal sense of power.

Having difficulties staying in flight indicates a lack of power in controlling your own circumstances. You may be struggling to stay aloft and stay on course. Things like power lines, trees, or mountains may further obstruct your flight. These barriers represent a particular obstacle or person who is standing in your way in your waking life. You need to identify who or what is hindering you from moving forward.

If you are feeling fear when you are flying or that you feel that you are flying too high, then it suggests that you are afraid of challenges and of success.

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Two vivid nights.

April 7, 2008 at 2:08 pm (Uncategorized)

Last night I had a dream about a huge croft-type dwelling.  You know, the kind of place that houses a huge family and servants and workers and whatnot.  It was for sale (I apparently found it on Realtor.com) for $427,000.  I WANTED IT.  I dragged Jen out of work with me to go look at it (even though my senses tell me this place was in Maine).  It was three stories and Victorian-looking on the outside, with all kinds of funky rooms and round towers running up the corners of the house, neat doors to get in and out, a HUGE kitchen area that lead into a common area, and alcoves along the sides of the common area for horses (inside the house???).  It was fully furnished, OLD, packed with history, and lots of other people were there viewing it at the same time we were. And I wanted to kick them all out because that house was MINE.

The night before last I had a dream featuring Robyn and Fred. I dreamed that we lived near to each other, and there was some sort of system of tunnels and hidden rooms that allowed me to follow this crazy maze from my house into their attic (I don’t think they even have an attic). For some reason I used to come and go that way frequently (maybe when someone else lived there?), but then had not done so in a very long time. Then one night I decided to just trespass right into their house and log into Robyn’s computer to read through her archives. Fred was in the room when I showed up (I kind of came in through a closet door or something?) and looked surprised and annoyed, but didn’t really say much to me. I started to feel like maybe I had made a mistake and wasn’t welcome, then Robyn came into the room and started to TOTALLY bitch me out, the way that Fred wouldn’t (I don’t think Fred’s so timid in “real life”). She was so furious with me that it appeared our friendship was at an end and she didn’t want to see anything more of me for at least a few months. I realized that it wasn’t cool at all to just appear in someone’s house, completely trespassing and not invited, having not even entered through the front door, forcryingoutloud. So I bawled my eyes out and begged forgiveness, which she declined. I don’t think she’s so mean in real life, either. But then again, I don’t just waltz into other people’s houses “in real life”.

What a weird pair of dreams.

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