Who among you has recurring dreams? What are they about?
I have four: two good and two bad. I want to tell you about the good ones. They're the same dream really, just one is indoors and one outdoors.
I am in a familiar place, usually the house in Dunbar Road where I grew up. That was a gorgeous house; originally a Victorian earl's townhouse, later divided into small apartments and later still undivided into three large ones. It had cupboards under the stairs, outhouses galore, secret passages, an air-raid shelter in the huge garden.
In the dream, I go through one of the secret doors, either up the stairs or into the garden. In the indoors version, there is floor upon floor of hidden rooms and passages, full of dusty treasures, books, clothes and good stuff. It's a combination of a very safe, familiar place and the thrill of exploration. I usually have my dogs with me.
In the outdoor version, I go through a hidden garden gate and find myself in the landscape of my heart - it's a particular place, comprised of elements of places I've loved: the New Forest, the Lleyn peninsula in Wales, the mountain rivers of Northern Iran. I have my dogs and my hawk with me, sometimes ferrets, and we're chasing fat rabbits in this perfect hidden hunting ground.
...I did have some thoughts about what this says about me, but nah. I'll leave that to anyone interested enough to think them.
Want me to tell you about the bad ones in the next entry?
I have four: two good and two bad. I want to tell you about the good ones. They're the same dream really, just one is indoors and one outdoors.
I am in a familiar place, usually the house in Dunbar Road where I grew up. That was a gorgeous house; originally a Victorian earl's townhouse, later divided into small apartments and later still undivided into three large ones. It had cupboards under the stairs, outhouses galore, secret passages, an air-raid shelter in the huge garden.
In the dream, I go through one of the secret doors, either up the stairs or into the garden. In the indoors version, there is floor upon floor of hidden rooms and passages, full of dusty treasures, books, clothes and good stuff. It's a combination of a very safe, familiar place and the thrill of exploration. I usually have my dogs with me.
In the outdoor version, I go through a hidden garden gate and find myself in the landscape of my heart - it's a particular place, comprised of elements of places I've loved: the New Forest, the Lleyn peninsula in Wales, the mountain rivers of Northern Iran. I have my dogs and my hawk with me, sometimes ferrets, and we're chasing fat rabbits in this perfect hidden hunting ground.
...I did have some thoughts about what this says about me, but nah. I'll leave that to anyone interested enough to think them.
Want me to tell you about the bad ones in the next entry?
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And as for the recurring landscapes:
I'm glad you understand! I don't think I've actually properly explained it to anyone before. It's kinda fun, halfway through a dream I'll think "Hey! I've been here before and over there is _________ " and then head off in that direction and visit another part of the space that was really neat for some reason. One spot has a large herd of horses, i hang out there frequently.