Female,
writer, born 1967
A recurrent dream of a building led me to move house.
For several months, I kept dreaming that my home had many
rooms I did not know about. In each dream, I would walk
with someone through a door and suddenly there would be
other rooms - sometimes a whole new floor - and even a
large garden that I'd never seen before. Often the
rooms were spacious and elegantly furnished. They had
clean, bright colours (my real home was a comfortable
clutter). I would walk into these rooms and feel a sense of
awe and delight they were mine! What would I do with
them?
This dream came to me often. It never developed; I never
furnished the rooms or even sat down in them. I never
planted the garden with apple trees and vegetables and
flowers.
The
dream helped crystalise a feeling I had that my life needed
expanding; that there was perhaps unexplored potential
within me. A few months later, I was looking around
new flats in order to move house. The feeling was not
unlike that of my dream; of walking into rooms and
wondering what could happen in them.