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« on: February 25, 2011, 10:01:22 AM »
Hi Tony
Recently I have had a number of dreams revolving around the same thing. It doesn't matter how it starts and usually I don't remember how I got to this place I keep seeing when I wake up.
Sometimes it is a house belonging to my grandparents or my sisters apartment, sometimes it is just an unknown house. I say it belongs to family members but in reality I have never seen these buildings, I just know who they belong to with a certainty and if I do not know the owner then it is unimportant.
The important part is the basement. In every dream there are stairs leading down into a room. I know this room now, I have dreamt about it so many times it has become familiar to me. I am scared to go down the stairs even though I have been down them before in previous dreams. Sometimes I go down and sometimes I do not.
This room is one of many, it is like going down those stairs leads to a warren or a maze of rooms. They never seem to end. They go upstairs and downstairs, there seems to be no perception of space once i go down the first flight of stairs.
I do not try to run away even though I am scared. I do not know what I am scared of really, I do not feel like I am about to stumble upon some dreadful monster and neither am I running away from something chasing me. Every room and passage is lit with old oil lamps on the walls or candles. The source of light is not important but the ambiance it enhances is. All the rooms are full of furniture and books and antiques. It is almost as though thousands of items are in storage and I could spend my entire life in these rooms just going through each item. I am fascinated by everything I see but I never stop to study anything, I am always moving on to the next room.
Everything feels old and untouched for years and yet there is light in every room. I feel sad when I leave a room behind without being able to study its contents. In one of my dreams I found my grandparents in one of the rooms and they lead me out into daylight and it was as if all the rooms belonged to them. There are no windows so I cannot see outside while I am wandering through the rooms and no room is ever locked to me.
Why am I so scared of going down the stairs to explore these rooms and yet so fascinated by what they contain? I feel this desire to go back to my dream and study the contents of each room slowly but I never seem to be able to slow down and do that no matter how much I want to or try to.
I would greatly appreciate your insight into this.
Regards
Tamsyn