Whoosh. I was into a dream.

I was at the top of the stairs looking down at my house. Part of the house had bright lights on.

“Funny,” I thought. “Why are those lights on? I should turn them off.”

I grabbed Garry to come downstairs with me and help me figure out why those bright lights were shining. Somewhere, I noticed that we were in a big, attractive brick house that apparently, we owned. Except it isn’t the house in which we live, but it was definitely ours. We got down to the first floor and … blur … we were younger than we are now. Maybe twenty, thirty years? We found the lights and turned them out. I realized that someone I know from the blogging world was living there, too … and so were other people.

That was when … blur … I realized I had no idea where this house had come from or why we owned it. We wandered around the house for a while and it was a very handsome, rather large house and quite a few people were living there. The house was well cared for. Someone was managing it, but I wondered …

Blur … When did we get the house? Where was the money from it going? I thought about it and out of the … blur … came the reality that I recalled I’d seen something which had our name on it. Another mortgage, so this must be that house, but … blur … blur … blur …

I woke up. I lay there a while, so blurry I couldn’t quite get out of the dream. The house. We owned the house. Where did it come from? After a while, back to sleep … and there was blur … another house. In another part of the world, maybe Montana or Colorado. It belonged to a writer and it was a huge house, full of people who wrote books, painted pictures. All people like us. Kind of old, but who used to do artistic things … and I thought “we must have just left our other house … maybe at our age, it doesn’t really matter any more …”

And blur … I woke up again. Clearly there was no further point in sleeping. It was going to be about this house we owned but didn’t own, the house we had moved to, but hadn’t moved to.


New House

To see a new house in your dream indicates that you are taking on a new identity and developing new strengths. You are becoming more emotionally mature.


In general, dreaming of new things and new places corresponds to what is new in your waking life. It refers to something that is different or unfamiliar.

At no point did the new house, either the big one made of brick and in excellent condition … or the old, but wonderfully charming house out west … seem to be unpleasant places. There were a lot of “places” to discover, but they were not unpleasant places. Blurry, yes, in the way that dreams always are. Blurry and fuzzy and oddly twisted to form a shape that isn’t “regular.” I looked it up, just to see. I know there are many meanings to things we see in dreams and there had to be an important meaning to dreams and this piece was as good as I found. If you are interested in what things in your dreams may mean, it seems a good place to start checking.

So in the big blur of dreams that come and dreams that wander around our heads for a long time, I’m sure this one meant something. A dream that arrives and will not let go, not even when you wake up from it and then go back to sleep … That dream means something. This dream meant something. I think, maybe, this time, something good.


15 thoughts on “BLURRY, AS DREAMS ARE”

    1. It might be. There are many “house” references in dreaming. The old house, the house which is good on the bottom, but collapsing on top, the house which is only good in certain rooms. Haunted houses. I had to go to “new houses” to find this one, which I wouldn’t have thought to do, but “old house” wasn’t working and when I though about it, this wasn’t an OLD house, just not new either.

      There is something that “feels good” these days, although other things feel sort of bad. I believed I was past needing an upgrade to my mental state 😀

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      1. Sounds like part of one of your reoccuring dreams about “wrong” houses.

        It also sounds like a combo of plots from an old “Law and Order” (killer who returned to his old house by mistake) and a “Dark At The Top Of The Stairs” moment from a recent “Marple” we watched.

        I dreamed overnight about being back at ABC News in the verbatim room. All hell was breaking loose!!


  1. Sometimes these are dreams that mirror future events. Not necessarily in a huge way, but one day you may go a-visiting and think, oh, whoa, I’ve been here before. And it was a dream like this. Been in those. Some of them make you jump.

    I thought, too, of the blog world. This is a huge family, and in many ways it does resemble a house with many rooms…


    1. Yes and in both pieces of the dream, the people with whom we were living or who were living with us, were people from the blog world. It was interesting. Not scary or sad, but it made me wonder what’s coming. Something. I just don’t (yet) know what.


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