Mystic Tuba
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I went to a house that I used to live in and that I still owned. I was searching for something I needed, that was inside the house. Just after entering the house I went to shut off the alarm, and instead saw a blank wall where I expected to see the alarm system; then I realized I’d gone in a different door and the key pad was on a nearby door. I rushed over to that door, hoping to get the alarm turned off before the siren was on very long. I saw that the system was armed, and the light blinked when I went in front of the sensor to get to the key pad, but the alarm did not go off. I also realized that there also was at least one other un-alarmed door to the house. As I wandered through the house I saw there was much less furniture, and then I remembered that I was a landlord now and someone else lived there. Although they apparently were not home, I started calling out “Hello!” and then came across two women in the bedroom. I started apologizing profusely for having come in without informing them ahead of time, and then tried to remember what I had come there for. They weren’t upset with me and we got into some conversations. I recognized a book case that was from my family when I was growing up, that I had left for them to use. No particular attachment, just recognition. In the end I couldn’t remember what I had gone there for and went outside. But my car wasn’t there, and I figured it had been stolen. I noted that at least my purse had not been in the car. I just stood there a while and then the women came out and from looking at the house numbers I realized I was on a different street, that I had gone through someone’s back yard and out to their street instead of mine. The house number I was looking for was that of my previous real-life house, that I moved out of in 2001. I was heading back to where my car was parked when I woke up. Cars, for me, generally represent my body when I am in the dream state.
For me, houses generally represent states of consciousness. Basically I had moved on from this house but a few things of mine were still there even though someone else was living in it. The house was clean and had a lot of bare surfaces. And the people were nice despite my intrusion.
In real life, I’ve had to abandon my house because of hidden water damage that resulted in microbial growth that made me extremely ill for many years before I finally got a correct diagnosis. The house itself cannot be fixed so that it will be safe for me to live in, because after the years-long exposure my system is so sensitized to the mold that is present, that I cannot even go inside that house, and also react to “any” building at this point, forcing me to live essentially outside. I recently, finally, reached a point where I’m angry at the house (as opposed to mourning it tearfully) for doing to me what it did. This will allow me to move on emotionally. I also am trying to buy some acreage to build a new, safe-from-water-damage, house, so “new house stuff” is on my mind.
If it were your dream, what might you think?
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