I dream of extra rooms, and having to finish classes, and transportation woes. The college ones are especially frustrating because my dream self is going "I'm 53 years old! I graduated over 30 years ago! You can't do this to me!"
The houses I find myself living in are almost always dives, because for a long time that's all Hubby and I could afford to live in. One house had an entire lower floor we didn't know about that was the epitome of fashionable 70s decor--blue shag carpeting, mirror walls, flocked wall paper. Our friends were horrified, but we were going "It's in terrific condition! There are two kitchens! Look at the bathrooms! Plural!" Hubby and I are very easy to please, residentially speaking.
Does anyone else have places that are not real that they dream about all the time- that is, if I dream about college, it is not my college, but the layout of the college is always the same. Or, there is always a particular grocery store next to a fabric store on a certain road in my dreams, but it isn't there really.
Yep, I totally get that. Dream cities where the locales are totally familiar to my dreams, but not real.
My father, who just turned 68, tells me that all of his dreams take place in the house he grew up in, which he hasn't been inside since 1975 (so, in 40 years).
Does anyone else have places that are not real that they dream about all the time- that is, if I dream about college, it is not my college, but the layout of the college is always the same.
Oh, yeah. I really want to try to map it out one day.
Me too. There is a whole dream wing of my house. And the rooms are all filled with cool vintage stuff, like old neon signs and amazing furniture. It's always disappointing when I wake up.
Yeah, I often dream about the same big house with a barn out back full of stuff. As far as I know it doesn't exist, certainly I've never lived in a house like it.
For the longest time I'd dream of where I grew up in Pennsylvania, but on the top of the ridge across the road there were the ruins of a town. It was so vivid that I asked my mother if there had ever been a town up there, and there wasn't. I finally dreamed once of going over there, and the ruins were actually the tops of some buildings of an actual town just below the hills. I'm sure it means something.
Yeah, when I was a kid, I had a recurring dream that took place at my elementary school, and it was quite different from my actual elementary school, but the same in each dream.
