I am a house person. I’m not sure what that means, but according to my dreaming mind, houses are the key to understanding me. I just wish I could understand house language.
Creepy House
In the 1980’s I had a series of nightmares. For weeks on end, I’d dream of this old gray farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere, with a long driveway leading up to it. I’d enter the house and it would heave and bellow at me pure evil. The walls would threaten to crush me alive. The windows bled red oozing blood. It had a voice and that voice ranted and screamed and threatened to kill me. I thought for sure I was losing my mind.
In my waking life, I was out of control. I could trust no one. I was engaged and that broke up. I dated again and found that guy in bed with another girl. I had no idea who I was but I believed that I would never be loved. A series of events culminated in my making the decision to walk away from all the things that made no sense and were hurting me. And the bad house dreams ended.
Green Street House
Another house comes to my dreams and has never stopped. It’s based on a real building, where I lived in poverty. The landlord let me have an apartment in an unfinished section of a building, where light bulbs hung from the ceilings, there was no drywall so I looked at pink insulation and it was old and dirty. I made my home there, went to work every day and never showed anyone where I lived.
I continue to return there in my dreams. Only now, the building is much larger and beautiful! It has grand staircases, thick draperies, halls leading to rented apartments and always, there is a room for me. In my dreams, I escape from wherever I am, drive to this building and stay in my apartment that awaits me. I’m never expected to pay any rent. In some dreams, my landlord is a grandfatherly type. In some dreams, he was my husband and we had a daughter. In other dreams I brought friends to my apartment.
I’ve been to see the building. Indeed, it was renovated and is now a gorgeous apartment building in the city. And to this day, when I’m under stress, I go there in my dreams to rest.
Parents House
Two houses have competed for my attention since I was 18 years old. One is the farmhouse I grew up in. I always go there in my dreams. It’s been renovated so that the bathroom is larger. It has more rooms and is filled with antiques and collectibles. The house glows in a soft, reddish gold light. Nobody ever goes there except for me. Outside the house, in my dreams, I’m always alarmed because an entire town has been built around my house. In reality, the house is not far from where I live now and I know for a fact it is as isolated in the countryside as it was when I lived there. With this house, I’m always protective and usually uneasy.
The other very common house dream consists of a house that I’ve never lived in. It’s always my parents house in my dreams and these houses change in appearance often. Typically they have two kitchens. And always, these houses are gigantic! They’re empty, hollow, dark and eerie. Sometimes my parents are in them and they welcome me. My mother always has flowers around. I seem to be invited to drop by anytime. Every once in awhile the larger, more overwhelming house is replaced by a smaller, cozier house in the country. Those versions also have many rooms. These rooms tend to be decorated expertly and everytime I walk around them I marvel at their beauty. When I visit a parents house, they seem out of reach. They’re there but not. But I’m always welcome to be in their house.
Some people have totems. Some can hold gemstones and get an inner message. Some people hear voices.
I dream in houses. Real estate, in my dreaming mind, may be more than real.
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