Speaking of dreamers dreaming dreams . . .
I had a doozy last night. I dreamt I bought
a new house; only the gods know where the
shekels came from even in a dream! Walked
in with the Real Estate Agent and said "I'll
take it." I wrote a check for the full amount,
then and there. Within minutes, several people
showed up for a welcome home party.
I looked and looked at them, not certain I knew
who they were. I came to the conclusion that
maybe I did, but wasn't sure. They wanted
drinks, but of course, I hadn't laid any in. They
suggested music, but no player. What about
food? The fridge was empty.
When they suggested a tour, I revealed that I
still hadn't seen the upstairs. They were rather
dismayed, as anyone would be. We trudged
upwards; odd! strange!! unusual!!! The prior
owner had decorated the entire place with
what looked like bits and pieces out of second
hand stores and garbage bins. It was atrocious.
Thinking I could deal with a little re-do, I
started making notes. Pull this out. Remove
that. Take out this tub. Make over this room.
By the time I had three pages, I thought, "No
way in hell, could I deal with this." About
then, I woke up.
I pondered this sad, silly dream and wondered
why it was so vivid. What the hell?! Knowing
that dreams are often messages, I thought,
maybe me buying the house represented me
entering a new era of my life, maybe even the
last one. The people who came might have
been 'users' rather than actual friends. The
upstairs and the incredible amount of work to
be done, may have indicated the things I need
to work on prior to passing onto a better life.
One way or another, bears thinking about . . .
dreams premonitions
delusions or fantasies
just want to go home
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