Oh, I love, love, love when I have flying dreams. The feelings I have leftover when I wake are great. Not quite as great as I feel in the dreams, but still almost tangible. I never have to do anything physical in the dream to fly- just push off the ground & soar. Sometimes others in the dreams don't notice, other times they are in awe. Can't say why. It's been a few years since my last flight, wouldn't mind taking a spin in the near future.?
Another dream I have had many times is house dreams. Usually I'm in a house, some old Victorian house, and it turns out there are upper floors that are unused, wide and tall floors, sometimes two or more. I'm pleased and surprised at how much space there is. They are often empty, unused, or partially furnished. I see them as possibilities. In one, I sat on the floor since there was no furniture and noticed some torn wall paper, and wondered if the floor would hold. But it looked good. I also wondered if it was haunted. A few other times, I dreamed that there's an annex to this house, a long wide hallway that spans the whole length of the house, often with old furnishings from an era gone by. I get excited in the dream that this house is mine and I can make use of these additional rooms and floors. Anyone had house dreams?
Another dream I have had many times is house dreams. Usually I'm in a house, some old Victorian house, and it turns out there are upper floors that are unused, wide and tall floors, sometimes two or more. I'm pleased and surprised at how much space there is. They are often empty, unused, or partially furnished. I see them as possibilities. In one, I sat on the floor since there was no furniture and noticed some torn wall paper, and wondered if the floor would hold. But it looked good. I also wondered if it was haunted. A few other times, I dreamed that there's an annex to this house, a long wide hallway that spans the whole length of the house, often with old furnishings from an era gone by. I get excited in the dream that this house is mine and I can make use of these additional rooms and floors. Anyone had house dreams?
I have house dreams all the time and they are very similar to how you describe yours, with unused upper floors, and extra furniture, etc. Sometimes the upper areas are haunted, but usually in the dreams I can deal with the haunting even though other people are afraid. Sometimes the houses are supposed to be old family homes. Sometimes they are just random houses. (In real life I actually live in a Victorian-era house that was a haunted fixer-upper when I bought it 30 years ago, and that is another set of stories. LOL )
In my most recent house dream ( a few days ago), my husband was going to set up a newly found, empty room with his stereo, but he needed a piece of furniture of a certain height to hold a speaker. I replied that there was probably something the right size on the upper floors, (the upper rooms were full of antiques) and that the former owners had said we could use what was there. I excitedly ran out of the room to go upstairs and inventory the furniture but as I left my husband complained that I was always running off to do something. (In real life I always feel like it is the reverse-- he is the one always running off distracted.)
According to dream dictionaries, "house dreams" are supposed to be relatively common, with unused rooms representing either newfound possibilities in life, or upper levels of sprituality that the dreamer is discovering.
@jeanne-mayell Some of my favorite dream books describe the house as being the structure of your life, and then the rest of the interpretation is in the details of the dream. I recently had a dream about being in a basement, a scary one with spiders and other creepy things. I haven’t yet looked up the interpretation for that one.
@jeanne-mayell Some of my favorite dream books describe the house as being the structure of your life, and then the rest of the interpretation is in the details of the dream. I recently had a dream about being in a basement, a scary one with spiders and other creepy things. I haven’t yet looked up the interpretation for that one.
The usual interpretation of basements is that they represent the subconscious. The spiders etc could represent either memories you have buried, or things about yourself that you do not want to acknowledge.
@ana Thank you for that. I looked it up in one of my dream books and it said, “You need to be firm about refusing plans which don’t really appeal to you.” In the dream, I remember being uncomfortable with my surroundings, so both interpretations probably have some resonance with my life.
I recently had a house dream combined with a family/Covid dream. The house in my dream was old for the Northwest, maybe 100 years old with big rooms and overlooking the Sound. In my dream, I was having a party, during Covid. Of course, I was. I was busy getting ready for guests and trying to protect everyone from the virus at the same time. The house made me happy, there was room for everyone and I could see the Sound from inside the house. Unlike most of my Covid dreams, my anxiety was minimal.
@jeanne-mayell. What a lucky duck you were to see the Beatles live. I remember, too, being fourteen and discovering the Beatles, the first obsession in life. What joy that was.
I have frequent house dreams often with weird floor plans and a lot of strange people living in them. One I had was before we moved into a new space when i had no idea we were going to move. However, in my favorite one I was on a beam stretching right below the ceiling, I could look down through the three story house which was open with no separate rooms.All was peaceful and quiet with no strangers living there. I don't like heights but I was not afraid.
@bluebelle I was lucky to see The Beatles at Shea Stadium in Aug 1966, at the age of 6. I knew the music from having 2 older brothers. It was hard to tell what songs they were performing, because of the screaming, and the fact that good PA equipment for a venue that size had not been developed yet. Been a fan since!
I also had dreams of flying- should have written them down...
Another dream I have had many times is house dreams. Usually I'm in a house, some old Victorian house, and it turns out there are upper floors that are unused, wide and tall floors, sometimes two or more. I'm pleased and surprised at how much space there is. They are often empty, unused, or partially furnished. I see them as possibilities. In one, I sat on the floor since there was no furniture and noticed some torn wall paper, and wondered if the floor would hold. But it looked good. I also wondered if it was haunted. A few other times, I dreamed that there's an annex to this house, a long wide hallway that spans the whole length of the house, often with old furnishings from an era gone by. I get excited in the dream that this house is mine and I can make use of these additional rooms and floors. Anyone had house dreams?
I love house dreams where one discovers hidden rooms and passageways. I've always interpreted them as states of consciousness with the basement being the lowest and attics the highest and hidden rooms being things I'm just becoming aware of so to speak. So, I think you are right: you are being offered possibilities. Perhaps, that your own consciousness is expanding (which wouldn't surprise me!) That's a compliment. Since there has been an 1884 Victorian house in my family for over 100 years (Until I sold it a few years ago.), it's usually that house although in my dreams hidden rooms popped up from time to time. I got one of those just before I left. It was filled with antiques and other treasures. It felt like that particular home would always be with me and that I had been blessed to have experienced it for so many years. The wallpaper seems significant to me. I'd wonder if something is being exposed, something old that is being torn away--while you are also being told that your foundation is solid. Of course, the most beautiful thing about dreaming that you are in a Victorian home--you don't have to clean it.
I often dream about my grandparents house. As my family moved a few times in my youth, that is the house that was always there from my earliest memories. When I dream of this house, it's mostly as I remember it in real life. Frequently, but not always, there are family members in the dream.
I also often dream about a house where I rented a room in the late 1990s / early 2000s. A friend of mine rented a room there and let me know another room was for rent when I was looking for a place to live. The house was three stories high. The third story was a converted attic where the landlady lived. There were three bedrooms and three renters in addition to the landlady and her attic apartment. The people I lived with were talented and eccentric people - artists, sci-fi geeks, and so on. Halloween there was always a blast. My memories there are mostly happy. When I dream of this house, it often has added rooms, passages, and a huge bare bones attic space. These dreams sometimes include the landlady or roommates from when I lived there.
So, so weird. Two nights ago I dreamed about Rand Paul. Kept seeing him at the Senate trial, sitting at a desk and standing. I kept hearing a clear voice saying, over and over, like a record with a deep grove scratch, "Russia." "Rand Paul works for Russia."
I woke up feeling exhausted and irritable. It was all night. I didn't dream about anything else that I can remember.
No idea what it means except the obvious, that he works for Russia, but thought I'd mention it in the hopeful eventuality that he is outed as one of the treasonweasels.
This morning, I had a dream where a tteokbokki spicy rice cake street food vendor befriended me as I passed by her place day and night. She was kind, and I realized she was willing to help me anyway. One day, I received a note to notarize that she will cosign on my debts, and on the back, I saw all of my expenses.
Can this mean that communities help each other out locally?
dreamt i was at a ''restaurant" in Houston. It seemed to be a restaurant, even though there was no sign, no waiters, no menus. There wasn't even a building. Just an outdoor kitchen underneath a parasol. The entire lot was an overgrown jungle (kind of like my own yard, before this last freeze). There were some tables and chairs scattered around, with people enjoying all different kinds of food and drinks. One of the patrons told me to hold tight, that the Chef would come around soon and discern what to make for me.
And the Chef did come to me. He had curly blond hair that was so long, it went all the way to the ground. When i saw his face, i recognized him from some time in my past, remembering how soft-spoken and humble he had always been. He asked me to draw cards from a ceramic vessel. The cards had sayings on them. I pulled one that said "...witness the True Power of Color!"
I had to help to prepare the meal. Chef asked me to de-bone an effigy of a chicken. I did it, sobbing uncontrollably the whole time, while he took notes. There were dozens of herbs going into the pot, most of them i had never heard of. "Turn the pot for three full revolutions, clockwise", he instructed me.
But just before it was ready, i woke up. I tried to fall asleep again, but no. I can't stop wondering what would have happened if i tasted it.
dreamt i was at a ''restaurant" in Houston. It seemed to be a restaurant, even though there was no sign, no waiters, no menus. There wasn't even a building. Just an outdoor kitchen underneath a parasol. The entire lot was an overgrown jungle (kind of like my own yard, before this last freeze). There were some tables and chairs scattered around, with people enjoying all different kinds of food and drinks. One of the patrons told me to hold tight, that the Chef would come around soon and discern what to make for me.
And the Chef did come to me. He had curly blond hair that was so long, it went all the way to the ground. When i saw his face, i recognized him from some time in my past, remembering how soft-spoken and humble he had always been. He asked me to draw cards from a ceramic vessel. The cards had sayings on them. I pulled one that said "...witness the True Power of Color!"
I had to help to prepare the meal. Chef asked me to de-bone an effigy of a chicken. I did it, sobbing uncontrollably the whole time, while he took notes. There were dozens of herbs going into the pot, most of them i had never heard of. "Turn the pot for three full revolutions, clockwise", he instructed me.
But just before it was ready, i woke up. I tried to fall asleep again, but no. I can't stop wondering what would have happened if i tasted it.
Wow, I wish I knew what that meant, but my sense is that there's too much symbology in there that's personal to you, for anyone else to interpret. Well... after I wrote that, the idea came to me that you may be processing and purging some trauma from that past--- nothing more specific. I can say for sure that it's even freakier than most of *my* dreams--- which get pretty weird (and often entertaining.)
@unk-p, I agree with iridium. It feels thick with symbolism and very personal. My thoughts when I read your vision was that you're cooking up something new by shredding past issues. Are you about to take a different route in life or perhaps thinking about something like that? Perhaps this new adventure you're thinking off isn't easy to get to because your 'old life' is holding you back in many ways?
Just tossing out a coin.
My impression of your dream is that you will have some kind of healing experience. The dream has the feel to me of spirit guides letting you know that something in the future will be healing for you. The symbolism of the lush growth of plants at the outdoor restaurant is a sign of health and expansion. The chef (spiritual guide?) must talk to you before starting to cook the meal and also he requires your help in the creation of it. The chef's long hair is a sign of power=spiritual help. Your guide is telling you that an experience will come in the future for your benefit but you will also have to do some work to make it happen. Crying as you debone a chicken sounds like releasing to me...the bones are deep, they are hidden. Some hidden issue will perhaps come up for release or healing, spirit will be there to help you with it. It is cathartic to cry and this releases pain so that you are free to focus on other things. In general food is comforting and healing but the "special herbs" and instructions to turn pot three revolutions clockwise sounds more like a spell or potion=spiritual magic or assistance if you follow their spiritual guidance, whatever that is. Makes me think of the phrase, "Chicken Soup for the Soul"! ?
The symbolism of drawing a card and reading "witness the true power of color" sounds like spiritual guidance also but not sure what that means...maybe you learn what this is about later. Maybe you discover something that has true power for you personally as you work through the pain of whatever it is hidden that comes up. Or perhaps they literally want you to study color and learn about it so that you can use it to your benefit somehow as you work through the issue that comes up.
Just some impressions, keep what feels right and true for you and leave the rest...
I took a nap this afternoon and had a very powerful and upsetting dream, so much so that when I woke up, I was surprised it was still daylight out, since it felt like I had been asleep for much longer. This is the dream, but I'm going to give a warning—it includes content about racial hatred and suicide that could be triggering for some:
I was in a chamber of Congress, and the author Toni Morrison was giving an impassioned speech to the congresspeople about why they need to take the Capitol Riot seriously and pursue prosecution for everyone involved. She sounded like the chaplain and gospel preacher at my alma mater (who is a black woman) who delivered a rage-filled yet cathartic and soul-nourishing sermon the Sunday after the 2016 election.
Toni Morrison went on to describe how when she was a girl in Ohio in the 1940s, a white man stormed the DC Capitol on his own and was being pursued by the police (in our waking reality, as far as I know, this did not really happen). The man sought refuge with a black family who tried to turn him away, not knowing who he was or that the police were after him. While the man was still obstinately seeking refuge in the family's house, the police showed up and detained the man. Yet the police also arrested the husband and grandfather of the family for harboring a fugitive (even though the family was trying to get rid of the criminal). And while the police cracked jokes and were chummy with the white prisoner, they treated the black father and grandfather like animals. The police seemed to want to frame the black men for homicide, so they cornered the men’s wives and told the women that they had to commit suicide by shooting themselves so that it looked like they were murdered.
I saw this entire scene as Morrison spoke. In the way of dreams, I also saw Morrison's home in Ohio, under the same roof, when she went on to describe what happened when news of this event reached her family. Morrison's father took her and her sister into a room to give them "the talk." He was yelling, angry, and had tears in his eyes. To some he could have looked like he was angry at the girls, but I understood that he was just externalizing the trauma of living in a country where he and his family can be hated (and killed) for the color of their skin.