Dream Journal
October 28, 2023
We’re in a house in a neighborhood. I think it was meant to be Rebecca’s parents’ house. It was raining, and I knew the house was about to come loose from its foundation and start sliding. It did so, and I told everyone to hang on. It slid down the small slope into the street, then started moving down the slope of the street. As it slid, bits of it began to break off. It continued down the street and onto a larger street, picking up speed, then onto a freeway, all downhill, breaking apart more and more, leaving debris and belongings behind each time a part of the house broke off. Soon it was just a single bedraggled room. It finally slowed down and came to a halt. We stepped out.
The “we” was uncertain here. I felt that there were other people in the house, that it was Rebecca and the kids, felt but not seen. Maybe simply because they’re in the physical house where I’m sleeping? We had come to this house with bags packed, so there were some important things of ours to recover. What about Holly’s Lila? I looked down in the debris at my feet, pushed something aside with my foot, and found her there. Whew!
I began to backtrack, on bike, the way we’d come. I don’t recall searching the piles of debris along the way, but I found myself back where the house began its journey. I went across the street to the neighbor’s house. The driveway went steeply down, and I spoke with them briefly. There was nothing there. But apparently this house didn’t want me to leave. When I turned around, the driveway had become an asphalt cliff face going up several stories. There was a strange wooden elevator in it, and I used it to ascend, but it was broken at the top. I tried to figure out where to place my hands and feet to get out and over the cliff top, and was having little luck when I realized I could just think “up and over” and I’d fly right over it, so I did.
References: Lila is Holly's special stuffy.
The ‘We’ of Dreams: This might be one of the reasons why I feel a part of a group, a “we”, when dreaming. This dream was specifically about a house, and I felt that others were in the house, which reflects the waking reality of my family sleeping nearby.
I think we regularly hang out with other dreamers in our own homes.
The Shredding House: When released from attention, thought forms melt, shrink, and drift. But when they are breaking apart for other reasons and remain in our attention, they can take on a more physical form of breaking. This is interesting because the house is “one idea”, not a conglomeration of thousands of ideas of wood and walls and furniture. Maybe the debris is made up of altogether new thought forms.
I’m pretty sure the house was on its way to becoming a car, now that we were on the freeway. It had broken apart until it was a single small room, about the right size for a car, and contained (the feeling of) all of us. The wall was missing in places that allowed us to see out the front and side. Had I forgotten the previous scene, I’m sure it would have finished the transformation.
Looking for Lila: Luckily I get it right the first time and the search didn’t derail the dream’s plot.
Trapped: In the end, I was able to fly up over this driveway cliff barrier.
Just Fly: I was stuck too hard in my waking consciousness here, having a hard time. My dream self imparted a bit of knowledge to help me get past my imagined physical limitations.