I am going to be super late to Breakfast Club, but I have to write this before I forget.
I have reoccurring house dreams, if you read my blog regularly then you already know that. Last night’s was different somehow?
I was standing on the front porch maybe? Part of the porch looked like it was starting to come up and I said what I say about my house all of the time….”it would be better to tear it down and start over.” Ummm I’m the house in my dream so what the heck does that mean?
Then I was looking in and up from the porch. Every window was covered in bricks ( my walls that I have built….I get that part) I must have a lot of layers because this house was really tall. 🙂 …..just a little dream humor.
It wasn’t dark inside because there was fire everywhere. A little girl….maybe my inner child was a little concerned with the flames on the right side…they seemed out of control…but she turned and said “it’s back to a safe smolder again.” I have no idea what the fire means…this is new.
Then this is weird…do you remember…maybe in The Ring…where there were flashes….almost like a projector was sending very wobbly images? Well it was a wobbly image of me with a man? I don’t know who he was but he was there and then it was the Cockroach…..do you know how tired I am of typing that word..grrr.
First off there can’t be a man….my life isn’t set up for me to have opportunity to meet one. Second of all why the hell are there still traces of Cockroach in my house/ me/ I am still working on my first cup of coffee….not fully functioning. This really is too much first thing in the morning.
I also noticed one other thing since it is still fresh in my mind. In real life I am drowning in clutter….it’s getting better…a little. This house/part of me there were bare walls, a wood floor, and windows covered in bricks. That means something too, maybe someday I will figure it out.
I must go and put my war paint on, finish my coffee, and start my day…..and tell this dream to the girls at breakfast…..Zia