Dream Journal

My recorded “your body is sleeping” message triggered this.

I found myself at my computer downstairs — a habitual place to be. I’ve been there before when I heard the message. I got up and started walking around. I walked into the living room. It was different, very empty. Did I want to see it? I was hesitant. I was living alone here. There was a big TV where there is one now, and another to the right. There was no couch. It was lit with morning light, though it’s still dark out physically. I walked through where the couch was in waking life, wondering if I’d feel any resistance, but there was none. More confident, I continued. It gets hazy. In the dining room (?) there was a table with some boxes. I decided to experiment. I hit a gray box with my hand and it made a little sound, then it tumbled to the floor. It seemed to forget to make a sound when it hit the floor, though.

And then one of the corners I turned connected to the Treehouse. I hesitated a moment, thinking it was in construction, but then with giddy excitement I decided to have a look around anyways. I was OB — it was fine. This time there was a spiral ramp leading up to the first floor. The floor was white with black speckles that stood up a little making it feel gritty. This led to a circular tiled room, but the floor wasn’t flat — it continued the spiral to the center then sloped down again. That just wouldn’t do, I thought. It’d be great for kids, grandkids maybe, who wanted to play with matchbox cars. But no furniture would fit there. This landing seemed pretty small compared to the shape of the Treehouse. Sometime around here, Jamie and Holly joined me, running around.

I believe the spiral ramp continued, and I went up to the next floor. Here I saw a worker or two. One I took to be the foreman. As he came in, he looked at me a moment, seemed not to believe his eyes, then moved on. He went to the other side of a ledge surrounding the spiral. On his side it sloped down in the opposite direction. I followed him a little bit and got his attention. He looked at me, disbelieving. He seemed stricken, as if seeing a ghost, but I gestured that I was sleeping. I reached out and touched him on the shoulder.

I continued up the ramp. It ended in a floor with a room-sized center circle that had doors leading off to rooms. It seemed to me that one of the rooms was meant to be the garage, as it was larger and if you continued the spiral, you’d end up in that room. To me the spiral had to be for cars, so I puzzled about how you’d have to drive through this central room to park. Another weird design choice. There were two small square tables in the central room. Maybe it was meant to be a dining area, but the tables didn’t fit well. At a later point the foreman joked about setting them up in a line, but you’d have to go around them through the closet to get anywhere. I stood and watched as someone constructed a . . . stairway or shower in front of me. It was dark wood, with lots of vertical beams. As I watched, he carefully lowered a horizontal beam into place at the foot of it.

I think I went down the spiral ramp again. More and more workers were arriving, and I greeted them. The morning light was increasing towards daylight. One worker thought I had noticed his lateness and made some smiling explanation.

I want to get Rebecca at one point, so I run down the ramp to get her. And just before I woke up, I was writing down the dream.