Last fall I sold the house I’d lived in for about 12 years. A lot of firsts happened there, and the house itself was a first– the first one I’d ever purchased. Great neighbors, decent neighborhood, close to everything from the interstate and groceries to dog parks and creeks. But as wonderful as it was, it was time for me to sell. Time to move on. Just tell my brain that, will ya!?
Somewhere deep in my mind there must be a connection with this home because I have a reoccurring dream and in it, I’m in the house even though it belongs to someone else. The dream goes like this: I’ve recently sold the house (just like real life) but then it goes in one of two directions. In one dream, I’m still in the house and the new owners could be there any minute to move in. I’ve still got stuff to move out and I have a certain type of anxiety about them arriving with me still there. In the second dream, I’ve moved out of the house completely but the new owners are away for a couple of days. I use the house while they’re gone and fear I’ll still be in the house when they get back.
Weird, huh? I haven’t researched what it could mean, just chalking it up to having good memories from my time in the house. But maybe there’s something deeper? If any revelations happen, I’ll be sure to post an update but for now I’ll just be thankful I haven’t dreamed of Taylor Swift in quite some time.
-Out of the Wilderness