MandMaud
[I tried to condense this, and it didn't work.]
I "never dream". At least, I used to have long, vivid, complicated story-dreams in colour, with complete and lasting memory of the details. I stopped dreaming in my second pregnancy and it has never come back. (I haven't dared ask the cards about this because I don't want to come away with ambiguity.) Lately I've been working on bringing it back, by simply believing/expecting to be someone who dreams, because I miss those fantastic dreams.
Last night I remembered one properly, I can still almost smell it. The story wasn't as elaborate as I used to get in the old days, but it feels significant. I wouldn't assume every dream Means Something, but some feel as if they do.
I was sleeping in a large bedroom in a house which was going to be mine. The sale was already agreed, it may have been mine already. It was a lovely old house of exactly the age and size and kind that I like, slightly shabby, fine to live in but with scope to do it up when I feel like it. I saw none of it except this one bedroom. The room was full of clutter, as if it had been used for storage while still being lived in, and this was all the previous owner's things. I knew, with confidence, that it was all going to be taken out of the way before I moved in. The stuff was also of the kind I like, hand-knitted blankets, shabby chests of drawers, pictures in frames, old-fashioned trunks, etc. I had a sense of the previous owner as female.
(My own house is full of stuff, which I'm clearing gradually. The going is slow because I have health problems. In the dream I liked the clutter but I don't feel positive about the real-life clutter. It's not all my own things - some is left over from my ex, some is left over from my previous self - my taste has changed! - some is inherited from my mother but not yet put away, some is from my grandmother via my mother's death.)
Now it gets complicated. After I woke, I realised I'd had two dreams superimposed! In one, the room had twin beds and I was sharing with my mother. We were chatting before going to sleep, just as we used to on a weekend away. Then, by myself (I think this was all the same "episode") - I think it was as I woke in the lovely bed in the lovely room in the morning - I discovered there was a very large window at the foot of my bed. I thought how odd to position the bed that way in the room. The window was wide, and taller than the bed's length.
I'm sure it was morning now, and I could see a path between trees, maybe a lane between hedges or in a sparse wood, and occasionally people were walking in ones and twos; now I come to think of it, they were all coming my way, none heading away. The weather was nice, sun between the branches. I didn't like the thought they could see me in bed, but then saw that the lower half of the window was frosted, not thoroughly like a modern bathroom, more "wobbly" like a London pub. Anyway none of them was looking my way. As I say, I was alone now, but I think my mother was still there, probably still asleep.
In the other "episode", I was either sleeping alone or with my youngest son in the other twin bed. (By the way I never got a view of the other bed.) I got out of bed because the only place to put my things (reading book, glasses etc) during the night, with all the stuff in makeshift piles, was on the windowsill and that couldn't be reached from in bed. This wasn't the same big window. This one was at the side of the room just too far to reach from the bed, just past the headboard (the bed was the other way round, too), a nice wide windowsill in keeping with the nice old house. This window looked out onto the same trees and shrubs and undergrowth, because the lane came up to and past the house I was in.
But as I walked round the bed (I think this was in the middle of the night, it wasn't light anyway), I almost stepped on my ex-husband who was sleeping on the floor. I hadn't seen him from the bed because of the headboard. It was the only bit of floor with enough room to lie down; kind of made sense. I was annoyed because he was in the way, and because he'd presumed to come into the room and sleep without letting me know or asking. Now, in one version my son stayed asleep, and in another we were united in being annoyed with his dad. Either way, having noticed him in time to avoid treading on him, I stepped carefully and reached the windowsill.
They weren't really episodes, as they weren't one after another, they co-existed.
Sorry this has got so long. Hard to weed out the unnecessary detail, it's all so clear in my head. In fact I have weeded out quite a lot!!
Summary:
- bedroom in a house that was soon to be mine;
- clutter that wasn't mine and would be removed when I moved in;
- large window looking out onto that path with people walking, potentially exposing me but in fact not because no one seemed to notice it from outside;
- in that version, I was sharing with my mum...
- in the other version, I was sharing with my son...
- spacious windowsill;
- inconvenient ex-husband.
- Every single detail was something that made me feel happy, except my ex. lol
Background facts:
- My real house is full of clutter, but not nice clutter.
- Last weekend I was away, and because of changes of plans, I had a (boring modern) twin room to myself.
- In real life I have a pain condition, but in the dream I was back to my old self (which is so many years ago, I'd forgotten how to forget about it).
- My mother died in 2011.
- I'm in the process of selling my mother's house. But where I live, we've been 12 years and no plans to move.
- My ex moved out a year ago and the household now = my youngest and me.
- We are in fact united in being annoyed with his dad!
The amount I liked the room blinds me to what it may mean. If a house is myself, I like to think my mind isn't too cluttered...
If anyone knows what they're doing with dreams, I'd love some ideas. Beyond the obvious, that my ex is a nuisance and my real house is full of stuff and so on. I'm usually quite good at interpreting for myself (and other people) but I'm stumped here. And I don't know how to begin asking the cards for a dream reading.
Thank you!
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I "never dream". At least, I used to have long, vivid, complicated story-dreams in colour, with complete and lasting memory of the details. I stopped dreaming in my second pregnancy and it has never come back. (I haven't dared ask the cards about this because I don't want to come away with ambiguity.) Lately I've been working on bringing it back, by simply believing/expecting to be someone who dreams, because I miss those fantastic dreams.
Last night I remembered one properly, I can still almost smell it. The story wasn't as elaborate as I used to get in the old days, but it feels significant. I wouldn't assume every dream Means Something, but some feel as if they do.
I was sleeping in a large bedroom in a house which was going to be mine. The sale was already agreed, it may have been mine already. It was a lovely old house of exactly the age and size and kind that I like, slightly shabby, fine to live in but with scope to do it up when I feel like it. I saw none of it except this one bedroom. The room was full of clutter, as if it had been used for storage while still being lived in, and this was all the previous owner's things. I knew, with confidence, that it was all going to be taken out of the way before I moved in. The stuff was also of the kind I like, hand-knitted blankets, shabby chests of drawers, pictures in frames, old-fashioned trunks, etc. I had a sense of the previous owner as female.
(My own house is full of stuff, which I'm clearing gradually. The going is slow because I have health problems. In the dream I liked the clutter but I don't feel positive about the real-life clutter. It's not all my own things - some is left over from my ex, some is left over from my previous self - my taste has changed! - some is inherited from my mother but not yet put away, some is from my grandmother via my mother's death.)
Now it gets complicated. After I woke, I realised I'd had two dreams superimposed! In one, the room had twin beds and I was sharing with my mother. We were chatting before going to sleep, just as we used to on a weekend away. Then, by myself (I think this was all the same "episode") - I think it was as I woke in the lovely bed in the lovely room in the morning - I discovered there was a very large window at the foot of my bed. I thought how odd to position the bed that way in the room. The window was wide, and taller than the bed's length.
I'm sure it was morning now, and I could see a path between trees, maybe a lane between hedges or in a sparse wood, and occasionally people were walking in ones and twos; now I come to think of it, they were all coming my way, none heading away. The weather was nice, sun between the branches. I didn't like the thought they could see me in bed, but then saw that the lower half of the window was frosted, not thoroughly like a modern bathroom, more "wobbly" like a London pub. Anyway none of them was looking my way. As I say, I was alone now, but I think my mother was still there, probably still asleep.
In the other "episode", I was either sleeping alone or with my youngest son in the other twin bed. (By the way I never got a view of the other bed.) I got out of bed because the only place to put my things (reading book, glasses etc) during the night, with all the stuff in makeshift piles, was on the windowsill and that couldn't be reached from in bed. This wasn't the same big window. This one was at the side of the room just too far to reach from the bed, just past the headboard (the bed was the other way round, too), a nice wide windowsill in keeping with the nice old house. This window looked out onto the same trees and shrubs and undergrowth, because the lane came up to and past the house I was in.
But as I walked round the bed (I think this was in the middle of the night, it wasn't light anyway), I almost stepped on my ex-husband who was sleeping on the floor. I hadn't seen him from the bed because of the headboard. It was the only bit of floor with enough room to lie down; kind of made sense. I was annoyed because he was in the way, and because he'd presumed to come into the room and sleep without letting me know or asking. Now, in one version my son stayed asleep, and in another we were united in being annoyed with his dad. Either way, having noticed him in time to avoid treading on him, I stepped carefully and reached the windowsill.
They weren't really episodes, as they weren't one after another, they co-existed.
Sorry this has got so long. Hard to weed out the unnecessary detail, it's all so clear in my head. In fact I have weeded out quite a lot!!
Summary:
- bedroom in a house that was soon to be mine;
- clutter that wasn't mine and would be removed when I moved in;
- large window looking out onto that path with people walking, potentially exposing me but in fact not because no one seemed to notice it from outside;
- in that version, I was sharing with my mum...
- in the other version, I was sharing with my son...
- spacious windowsill;
- inconvenient ex-husband.
- Every single detail was something that made me feel happy, except my ex. lol
Background facts:
- My real house is full of clutter, but not nice clutter.
- Last weekend I was away, and because of changes of plans, I had a (boring modern) twin room to myself.
- In real life I have a pain condition, but in the dream I was back to my old self (which is so many years ago, I'd forgotten how to forget about it).
- My mother died in 2011.
- I'm in the process of selling my mother's house. But where I live, we've been 12 years and no plans to move.
- My ex moved out a year ago and the household now = my youngest and me.
- We are in fact united in being annoyed with his dad!
The amount I liked the room blinds me to what it may mean. If a house is myself, I like to think my mind isn't too cluttered...
If anyone knows what they're doing with dreams, I'd love some ideas. Beyond the obvious, that my ex is a nuisance and my real house is full of stuff and so on. I'm usually quite good at interpreting for myself (and other people) but I'm stumped here. And I don't know how to begin asking the cards for a dream reading.
Thank you!
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