This dream was submitted by Toni. Kindly remember the guidelines to the right and have fun with this dream!
Last night, I dreamed my husband, three sons and I were visiting a friend of mine named Dean from law school in Kansas City (I have no idea if Dean lives in KC, but we just got back from a trip there and I'd been discussing Dean one night over dinner while we were there). His house was on the water, and the setting looked nothing like Kansas City, more like northern Michigan. The house was brightly painted, with the outside done in a mustard yellow with dark greens and browns, kind of like those "painted lady" Victorian homes, only this one was more of a Bavarian style. Rooms inside the house were equally colorful, though I can't remember anything specific any more, and the rooms were funky and configured in interesting ways, with sculpture and artwork on display. I remember saying to my husband, "Our next house will have bright colors like this!" and he laughed, remembering how we'd fought while painting our current home (he wanted beige, I wanted BOLD.)
There were other men in the house, all rooming together like college friends, and at one point my youngest son was on a stairway looking out a window down at the front entry, which was paved with that whitish-gray flagstone. I saw there wasn't a screen and suddenly, Aaron fell to the ground and lay unconscious. I could see his little body there, on his back, eyes closed, and I screamed for my husband. I remember running and running down, down, down, as if I was in a turret or lighthouse, until I FINALLY made it down to where he was. There were paramedics, and they were showing my husband a hole in the back Aaron's head, but saying that he was lucky and was going to be ok, even though he was unconscious.
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If this were my dream, I would have several questions:
1. What does Kansas City represent for me?
2. What does Dean mean to me? What kind of person is he?
3. What does Aaron represent to me? My inner child? My youthful spark?
Taking the dream as my own, I would find several interesting points.
1. The house is on the water. Typically, a house represents the body of the dreamer and water represents the unconscious. Here is a beautiful and bold house, which is me, sitting right at the edge of my unconscious. I imagine my colorful exterior is mirrored in the water of this unconscious, meaning my unconscious life is a reflection of my conscious life and vice versa.
Perhaps I want to be more bold in my waking life, since the house representing me in my dream is so bold and funky. I especially think this because I say to my husband in the dream: "Our next house will be like this." I want a change.
2. There are other men in the house, which to me represents a strong masculine presence in my life right now. This masculine presence is fun-loving and free, because it is represented by college males/college friends.
3. My son falls out of the window of the house. To me, this means part of myself has been displaced from me...he has fallen out of my house/myself. He is lying on the ground, not moving...in fact, he looks dead. I am frantically trying to reach him, but it takes a long time. When I do reach him, the paramedics say he's fine "even though he's unconscious." This line is significant to me, because it shows me this part of myself is unconscious or buried deep within my unconscious, but he is recoverable. I will be able to get this part of myself back.
4. The fact that my son fell out of a screenless window seems significant as well. A window is what we use to see the outside world. My son was looking out this window, trying to see out. This window had no screen, no protection, and so my son fell out. Perhaps he represents something I need to protect/nurture better so it doesn't become displaced from me.
I really look forward to hearing what you think of this dream, Toni!
Hi, Toni! Your dream has stuck with me this week, because it brings back so many memories of my own college friends and how I felt when I was with them. To me these friends were just beautiful - exciting and amazing in their potential, constantly surprising in their creativity, humor, and generosity. I thought there was no end to what all of us could and would do, and, for me, that's what the house in your dream would symbolize, all that is creative and surprising about my friend, the life I imagined for him, and how that inspires my own feelings of creative potential. I feel like I'm kind of soaring on the wings of that inspiration when suddenly the horrible accident happens. For me, the accident represents a reality check, an acknowledgement of responsibilities that have made life different from what I once thought it could be, responsibilities that mean everything in the world to me. If this were my dream, I would think it was about two aspects of self that seem not to be able to co-exist. I think the dream itself is an acknowledgement of needing both aspects of self, though, and would take it as a cue to start looking for ways to balance them. I hope this helps in some way, and am also looking forward to hearing what the dream means to you!
Hi, Katrina. Sorry for the delay in replying. Thank you so much for your insights here; they gave me the chills!
1. What does Kansas City represent for me?
My family and I traveled there for work. It was some place I did NOT want to visit at all (no mountains, not much nature, assumed it wouldn't be all that great of a city) . . . and I ended up enjoying it immensely.
2. What does Dean mean to me? What kind of person is he?
Dean was a nerdy guy, but really nice. He was part of our little crew in law school. He was at my party for the series finale of "Star Trek: The Next Generation," haha, speaking of geeks. But more important: he told me about this show I might find "cool," called The X-Files, and years later, I ended up becoming really good friends w/someone based on our common love for that show. Also: Dean's name came up during conversation on the trip to KC and I'd wondered where he was; he's a Chicago native with no ties I know of to KC.
3. What does Aaron represent to me? My inner child? My youthful spark? I think Aaron might represent what is fleeting to me; he's not a baby any more, now tells me "I don't need any more kisses, Mom," in his toddler baritone. I've been having a hard time w/turning 40--which was TOTALLY unexpected for me, as I've never feared age or aging before.
As for the rest of the dream - I've been feeling stagnant and burned out in my "day job" as a writer for about a year now. Earlier this year, not one, but two ideas for novels literally fell into my head and I started writing. And writing. And haven't stopped. I wonder if this is about that yearning--fiction is certainly more creative and vibrant than banging out copy for commercial markets or trade pubs (even though I'm very good at it and it's too lucrative and family-friendly to walk away from now).
I've also been struggling a great deal with body image issues. Not sure if it's connected here, but the whole unconscious thing makes me think, perhaps so. Or maybe it's related more to the work stuff, going with the KC=work thing.
Finally, we live on a hill and our upstairs windows are a good 3 stories up and I've ALWAYS worried about the boys pushing through one of the screens upstairs.
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