I never thought I actually had a recurring dream, but you know what? I do. I realized it recently when some friends were talking about similar dreams and I remembered that I had been having this dream, in different variations, for a long time.
It happened again this afternoon, during a delicious nap. It’s a good dream. I’m in my house, which of course, is not my real life house, but in the dream, it’s mine.
Then for some reason, I start to discover new rooms in the house. Wonderful rooms, spaces that are everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m not talking about home design magazine dream spaces with all the accoutrements; just…rooms. Another living room. More bedrooms. A whole other wing that I’d forgotten existed. Today I found another common space/living room and a bedroom, office and attached bathroom! And with this discovery comes a slow realization that this is my house and these rooms are exactly what I need. It’s an extremely pleasurable dream.
In the dream I’m planning on moving a certain child to this newfound spare bedroom and am delighting in being able to use this wonderful living room with its curved wall. I tell you, it was great.
Then I slowly awoke to people talking about how our power was off. What?
Then my daughter asked if I’d had any dreams and I said no, but then immediately remembered this ‘house’ dream and started thinking about its recurring theme in my dreams over the past few years. I don’t know what to make of it except that I’m always yearning to renovate, and wishing we had another bedroom and bathroom for both our kids, and for our frequent visitors. And perhaps it’s precisely because we have company on the way that this wish is flitting about my subconscious.
Trying to be grateful for what we do have is hard work!
