Not sure if this dream belongs on this thread or on the paranormal.....
From the time I got married I dreamed of a big old house with lots and lots and lots of rooms. The rooms were not always finished but at various points would become finished. Just as I thought the house was completely finished - there would be a hidden room that appeared and filled with cobwebs, dirt, and garbage. Then, in my dream, we would begin refinishing and refurbishing .... Now, during my married life, we moved often, so I always associated the dream and discovery of a new room with a move.
After moving here, my husband fell ill and my dreams stopped. Like Kay Marie, I was too sleep deprived to dream.
A week after my husband's memorial service I dreamed of the house again. I was conducting a tour and showing off the rooms. The rooms were filled with people - people from my childhood, my teenage years, college, and our married life. It was like a huge cocktail party with laughter and fancy clothes. The house was beautiful - decorated with the best of the best furnishings, candles and fresh flowers. As I approached the last room the one that was undone in my last dream (years before) I opened the door to find a man who I did not know in the bed. He smiled at my embarassment as I backed out of the room all flustered. And he called me by name and told me he would see me again.
I never had the dream again. But a year ago, I started going out with a new man who had been a guest at my B&B for the past two years when he was conducting business at the School of Mines. And, I began dreaming again. This time there was no house and no unfinished rooms. Instead my dream is outside in the green meadows or on a flat rock in a beautiful mountain stream or flying thru the air and feeling movement where I no longer have movement when awake. Last night my late husband was in the dream and he told me how happy he is and how pleased he is to see me enjoying life again. He told me not to hurry and to enjoy the moment - he said I earned it.
Wow - I believe the house dream was my life as it was with my husband and the last dream, with all the rooms finished, was the end of that life. The new dream is my new life - free to enjoy the pleasures around me now - without the work of creating or working as hard. Today I feel joy and a sense of peace.
Okay - call me crazy but I believe our dreams help us sort emotions out and that's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Diane