I keep having these recurring dreams. Well, it isn't exactly the dreams that
are recurring, just their settings or themes.In one, I am working again for the financial
office I worked for over 10 years ago. Very little about the dreams in this
setting are the same, even the office is different every time. But I'm sure
there is some reason I keep dreaming about
it.
In the other scenario, we have recently bought a new house and are getting settled in. The house always comes furnished and usually has far more furnishings than any house can legally hold. This part, of course, is about my unending battle with clutter, but why the dream is always set in a new house, I don't know. Over the weekend a new twist was thrown in. A few new twists, actually. First of all, the upstairs was completely furnished in gorgeous antiques. Every room was a different period, but all the rooms seemed to flow together nicely. The rooms were so formal, though, that I can't imagine actually stepping my grimy little feet onto their carpets! Apparently we felt the same way in my dream, because most of our time was spent in the finished basement, which was huge. One room was probably as big as most basements all by itself. One wall and the center of the room were lined in wood furniture that was a medium color with dark mottling, really pretty, and very masculine. The furniture was all taller than I am, and yet didn't seem to being towering or anything, which is what I would have expected. The other side of the room was furnished with leather recliners and amazing stereo equipment. I remember thinking in the dream that Chad would be in heaven down here. Why I didn't think *I* was in heaven, I don't know...we're both music fiends.
I know that this was supposed to be what we were going to use as the master bedroom, but I don't remember actually seeing a bed or bath. Of course, that's not really important in a dream...no sleeping in the dream world, you know. And who needs a bath? No scent in a dream, either!
In the hallways, there were these areas built into the walls that were like bay windows, except there was no window (it's a basement, remember?) and each space was decorated in a different theme. The one that made the biggest impression was the one with three chairs and music stands and a bunch of different musical instruments hanging about. You could just climb right up, pick and instrument and start your own impromptu jam...very cool. We also discovered other instruments in other parts of the basements; several different styles of oboes, piccolos, clarinets, flutes...in different materials and colors from different time periods...really cool. We also found a collection of pianos...several baby grands and uprights that looked like they came from old piano bars. Did I mention that this was a really large basement? Yeah...bigger than that, even.
One of the bay shelf/room thingies was decorated like a nursery for a doll...no doll, though. Just a bassinet, small rocking horse, rocking chair...there was at least one other shelf/room thingy but I don't remember how it was decorated. The theme of this part of the dream seemed to be collections of antique furniture and collections of things I liked. Except the dolls. I'm not really into dolls.
Now we come to another new twist. There was one room that was furnished like a nursery, except there was this collection of dolls...Wizard of Oz characters...apparently every character IN the book...no matter how insignificant. It was a complete set and would have been really cool if I didn't have this lingering aversion to the story. See...I read Wicked right before surgery and was at a particularly dark part of the book (I guess) which turned into weird hallucinations while I was drugged up after the surgery. I don't even remember much of the book, now, but I get this creepy feeling just thinking about it. And in the dream that creepy feeling turned into a 'the dolls will kill us' feeling. So I decided we'd sell the set to someone who would appreciate them. But that turned into a 'the dolls don't want to move and will cause horrific events' feeling. So I decided that anything we liked would be moved from the basement to the upstairs and we'd build a wall over the door to the basement. The dolls seemed to think that was an ok idea, as long as we didn't take anything *they* wanted. The rest of the dream was spent choosing what would move upstairs and feeling like we needed to finish this up and get away from the dolls.
Weird, huh? I really think the dolls would have wreaked havoc even if we'd just boarded up the basement. I think they *wanted* people to torment. **shudder** I think I'll go get some caffeine.
In the other scenario, we have recently bought a new house and are getting settled in. The house always comes furnished and usually has far more furnishings than any house can legally hold. This part, of course, is about my unending battle with clutter, but why the dream is always set in a new house, I don't know. Over the weekend a new twist was thrown in. A few new twists, actually. First of all, the upstairs was completely furnished in gorgeous antiques. Every room was a different period, but all the rooms seemed to flow together nicely. The rooms were so formal, though, that I can't imagine actually stepping my grimy little feet onto their carpets! Apparently we felt the same way in my dream, because most of our time was spent in the finished basement, which was huge. One room was probably as big as most basements all by itself. One wall and the center of the room were lined in wood furniture that was a medium color with dark mottling, really pretty, and very masculine. The furniture was all taller than I am, and yet didn't seem to being towering or anything, which is what I would have expected. The other side of the room was furnished with leather recliners and amazing stereo equipment. I remember thinking in the dream that Chad would be in heaven down here. Why I didn't think *I* was in heaven, I don't know...we're both music fiends.
I know that this was supposed to be what we were going to use as the master bedroom, but I don't remember actually seeing a bed or bath. Of course, that's not really important in a dream...no sleeping in the dream world, you know. And who needs a bath? No scent in a dream, either!
In the hallways, there were these areas built into the walls that were like bay windows, except there was no window (it's a basement, remember?) and each space was decorated in a different theme. The one that made the biggest impression was the one with three chairs and music stands and a bunch of different musical instruments hanging about. You could just climb right up, pick and instrument and start your own impromptu jam...very cool. We also discovered other instruments in other parts of the basements; several different styles of oboes, piccolos, clarinets, flutes...in different materials and colors from different time periods...really cool. We also found a collection of pianos...several baby grands and uprights that looked like they came from old piano bars. Did I mention that this was a really large basement? Yeah...bigger than that, even.
One of the bay shelf/room thingies was decorated like a nursery for a doll...no doll, though. Just a bassinet, small rocking horse, rocking chair...there was at least one other shelf/room thingy but I don't remember how it was decorated. The theme of this part of the dream seemed to be collections of antique furniture and collections of things I liked. Except the dolls. I'm not really into dolls.
Now we come to another new twist. There was one room that was furnished like a nursery, except there was this collection of dolls...Wizard of Oz characters...apparently every character IN the book...no matter how insignificant. It was a complete set and would have been really cool if I didn't have this lingering aversion to the story. See...I read Wicked right before surgery and was at a particularly dark part of the book (I guess) which turned into weird hallucinations while I was drugged up after the surgery. I don't even remember much of the book, now, but I get this creepy feeling just thinking about it. And in the dream that creepy feeling turned into a 'the dolls will kill us' feeling. So I decided we'd sell the set to someone who would appreciate them. But that turned into a 'the dolls don't want to move and will cause horrific events' feeling. So I decided that anything we liked would be moved from the basement to the upstairs and we'd build a wall over the door to the basement. The dolls seemed to think that was an ok idea, as long as we didn't take anything *they* wanted. The rest of the dream was spent choosing what would move upstairs and feeling like we needed to finish this up and get away from the dolls.
Weird, huh? I really think the dolls would have wreaked havoc even if we'd just boarded up the basement. I think they *wanted* people to torment. **shudder** I think I'll go get some caffeine.
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