10/16/06

I've not been remembering my dreams the last three or four days. Been staying up too late and sleeping too soundly. A couple of times I woke up and said that I had to try to remember something I'd dreamed but by the time I woke up for good it was gone from my STM.

Here's one I dreamed last weekend that I do remember. I keep thinking about it so I think maybe it means something. But I'm not sure what. It's similar to a couple of others I've had as it involves an empty or partially empty old house. This time I actually dreamed it more than once this same night. It wasn't exactly the same both times but very, very similar.

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I'm in a very large, old, wooden house that has seen better days. I reminds me of "The Mansion" we used as an off-campus dormitory in Bible school. I stayed there for a couple months before I got married. It's a very large house with lots and lots of rooms. I don't remember seeing the outside specifically but for some reason I know it's old wood lapsiding with peeling white paint. It was once a beautiful home in its day but way beyond beauty at this point. Inside I'm going through the rooms and I get the impression that the former inhabitants had just left and in a big hurry. Most of the stuff is gone but some stuff is still there. At one point I'm looking at a large scrapbook at pictures and mementos from previous boarders. They are all young men and they all seem happy. I get the impression that they're recovering and/or running from something. As if they're immigrants from another place and this was a safehouse or something for them. There is a guestbook portion where they all signed their names and it's filled with names. Lots of them begin with R. The name Rhiaad sticks out. I remember that in a couple of the photos the guys were smiling really big and they had no shirts on. I get the impression that this place was a good place for them and they're really grateful for whatever it was they got from this place. I get the impression that somehow they all had to leave in a hurry and that somehow I might be able to help them. I don't know the specifics of what that means but that's what I'm feeling as I look around and look at the scrapbook.

Anyway, as I go thru the house I have the sense that somebody is trailing along behind me. I don't remember who it was. I get to a doorway and as I enter the room and close it I notice that on the wall behind the door is a corkboard bulletin board full of snapshot photos. The photos are primarily of two blonde girls that seem very happy. At first I think maybe they're sisters or best friends but then decide they're not. Lots of candid shots of them hugging each other and hamming for the camera like girls do. They're in the early to mid 20's. Directly below the photos is a shelf contraption made of wood. The kind that accordions open and shut. It has candles and lotions on it. The place I'm in is a little atrium type area and directly ahead is the doorway to a bathroom, kind of like in a hotel. I enter into the main space and it's dark but there's some light coming from the left. I glance to my right and I see two people lying in the bed. One figure is covered by the blankets and most obscured. But I get the sense that it's a man. The second figure is also a man and he's naked and lying his back. I don't see either of the faces. I suddenly and embarrassed and have an OMG!! reaction because I've barged in on their privacy. I'm not shocked by their intimacy, I'm just mortified that I've stumbled into their bedroom while they're sleeping. Before they react or notice that I"m there I wake up because I'm so embarrassed.

The previous time I'd dreamed this the same night I remember it possibly being two girls sleeping together.