Dream Journal

I awoke from this due to my “this is a dream” message playing.

I was at Blaine House. I had seen plans for building a new house in the back yard. However, I had not realized that all the trees NOT drawn were to be taken down. So when I saw that they had cut down a third of the trees back there, I was furious. I yelled at them and chased them off. This project was over, cancelled. I called a number with the city and left a message asking about suing them. It was a ridiculous project anyways. How would that battery-shaped house even work? I thought back to the model, made from cardboard and sewn with little pink fabric. Were we supposed to climb up and down the side of the house? It seemed like the bedroom was tall and narrow and half full of pillows. Why had I gone ahead with this?

I looked at Blaine House. It was in the original position, but it was a single story house. The basement level was unfinished, as it was when I was growing up. The walls were unpainted sheet rock. The floors concrete. It was scattered with debris. One of the builder’s cars was parked inside.

When I turned around to look at the back yard, the new house was partially built. I could see the first floor of it and the circular walkway. The builders were back. I walked out to the lady in charge, walked right up to her and said “I am so mad at you about the trees.” She turned and left as if this was too much to handle. The treehouse was built enough that Rebecca and I decided to look inside. It was made of dark wood and shaped roughly like a C battery with a circular walkway around the center. There was an area for cars to park about where the little hill with the trees was. From there, there was a door to a small entryway with stairs going up. Up the stairs was the first floor. We went up again to the middle floor. The way up left you pressed into this weird wicker chair which you had to climb out of. That sucked, I thought. We’d have to fix that. There was a kitchen here. It was surrounded by windows. We counted 14 that would open. A walkway circled the building outside. As we explored the house, it was becoming finished, defined, decorated with art and knick-knacks. We went up to the third floor. It was taller than the last two, looking out at the leafy treetops. Above that was the rooftop, which was like a little meadow, with naturally growing plants and a little pond. This was above the treetops, and I could see out in all directions.

I surveyed the land. From up here, we appeared to be at the top of a hill. On one side, as high up as the land the treehouse was on, was a small squarish lake with people playing in it. To the side of that, in another zone, a river flowed downward across what looked like near-identical man-made boulders towards a larger lake. Each boulder had a lighter color at the bottom, where I guessed it was affixed to the bottom of the river. I really wanted to explore that river but was put off by how unnatural it looked. I found myself on a ring at the end of a metal arm swinging around the circumference of the rooftop. A fun place to be! But getting down? There was no natural way down. I managed to hang from it and then drop to a chair on the third level.

We returned to the kitchen level. The builders were back, along with a man I took to be Bear, the guy who ran Big Bear Construction and did our porch project a while back. The women builders were back. This place was truly extraordinary. One of the women builders came up to me and started talking to me really close and really weirdly, some method of influencing me, it seemed. Then I talked with Bear and explained our protectiveness about trees. As we spoke, the entire group moved out of the house through one of the walls and down to the ground. I looked at a tree between the treehouse and Blaine House. It was hard to understand what I was seeing. Was it twisted and splintered? Then the pattern came into focus. The tree had this glowing pattern on it. The light all around seemed to dim to twilight as I looked. The pattern glowed beautifully as if lit from within. As our group pulled away together, I saw the front of the treehouse. The treehouse was surrounded by six big, beautiful trees, each with a glowing symbol on its trunk. The yard had glowing art features in it. It was truly beautiful.

I finally allowed the transformation, even while fighting the destruction.