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Dreaming About a House
Always thinking about the future.
For many months — perhaps even a year — I have had the same dream. I am in a house, either our current home, or the house I grew up in, or some other familiar place.
In the dream, I discover some type of secret “new room.” Perhaps it was a door in the basement that I open to reveal several new rooms. Or stairs lead to an attic discovery that is larger than I thought possible in the size of the space.
A recent variation was in the home of my grandparents in Milwaukee. In the dream, my grandparents were moving out of the home — as they did in real life, many years ago, to move to an assisted living facility. I was walking through the house with some relatives when I found a little room off to the side of the house. It was narrow, with large windows and a desk that stretched the entire length of the room. Looking out the window, I could see an endless stretch of rolling hills, which hardly mirrored real life, where the actual house was in a Milwaukee suburb, surrounded by other homes. But in my dream and finding that room, I suddenly wanted to keep the house and turn that space into my own.
I thought that perhaps my dreams of “finding new spaces in a house” were a result of the addition we recently put on our own home. It has been a project that we had discussed ever since we…
