Hey, Friends! Suze here. Hope you’re all having a great day. Amateur Freuds and Freudettes, get out your notebooks and pencils, because I’m about to lie down on the couch and bare my soul!
Last night, or maybe I should say this morning, I had a dream. And along with it came a sense of deja vu. See, I’ve had this dream countless times before. It’s not as though I’m playing a DVD over and over in my sleep. The settings and actions are never quite the same twice. But the overall formula is the same.
Now, this isn’t the dream where you find yourself walking naked through the high school cafeteria, and nobody notices (which is either a good or a bad thing, depending on your point of view!). Or the one where you show up to class and realize that it’s the final exam and you never did any homework all semester and never studied for the test (Wait! Was that a dream, or did it actually happen?). Or my personal favorite, the one where you’re late for gym class, and you realize you don’t know which gym locker is yours and you can’t remember the combination anyway. Why are so many of these about school?
I’ve had all these dreams, as well as the nasty one where your teeth are loose/falling out, more than once. But my single most recurring dream is the one I had just before I woke up today. I find myself in a house, and it’s familiar, yet not familiar. It’s always a house or apartment I’ve actually been to or lived in — my parents’ house, my grandparents’ farm, the apartment I lived in with six other people when I got out of college (I like to call that place “the group home”), the apartment I lived in with my husband-to-be, and the house I live in now. Sometimes there are other people there, but not always.
But the common theme is that I discover that the house is actually much larger than I thought. There aren’t exactly secret or hidden rooms, but there are rooms I’ve never discovered, even though I lived there a long time. Usually I will go up a flight of stairs, and through a door, and find a number of additional rooms to the house. And I’ll say to myself, “Hey! I’ve been needing more space, and here it is! Why didn’t I notice this before? And what’s all this cool stuff in here?”
Then I wake up, before I get a chance to examine the cool stuff or plan what I will do with all that extra room.
A dream dictionary I consulted (click here) has this to say:
To dream that you are walking up a flight of stairs indicates that you are achieving a higher level of understanding. You are making progress into your spiritual, emotional or material journey. The dream is also analogous to material and thoughts that are coming to the surface.
To dream that you find or discover a new room suggests that you are developing new strengths and taking on new roles. You may be growing emotionally. Consider what you find in the discovered room as it may indicate repressed memories, fears, or rejected emotions. Alternatively, such rooms are symbolic of neglected skills or rejected potential.
To see a house in your dream represents your own soul and self. Specific rooms in the house indicate a specific aspect of your psyche. In general, the attic represents your intellect, the basement represents the unconscious, etc.
I always feel positive about these dreams. I never feel uncomfortable or frightened of the unknown. It’s more a sense of wonder. I also often find that having this dream (which happens several times a year) corresponds with periods of increased creativity and productivity in my waking life — definitely the mode I’m in right now. So I always interpret it in a positive light, and I’m always glad when it comes. I do sort of wish, though, that my psyche would get original once in a while and give me a nice dream about, oh, I don’t know, Hugh Jackman?
What about you? Do you have a recurring dream to share? What do you think it means?