There are many rooms…

I have a recurring dream about living in a house and discovering, after some years, that it has a whole wing of rooms I didn’t even know existed.

Sometimes I have a vast, elegant sitting room with several clusters of easy chairs and coffee tables, and bookshelves lining the walls.

Sometimes there are a couple of bathrooms with beautiful roll-top baths and marble floors.

Quite often there’s a stage with a heavy velvet curtain that somehow I’ve never noticed before.

And occasionally I have roof-space and balconies, giving out onto panoramic vistas, that I just wasn’t aware of.

In some of my dreams I’m being forced to sell this wonderful property, just when I’m discovering its unfulfilled potential. I’m heartbroken.

I’ve considered the meaning of this dream many times.

Has my subconscious been trying to tell me that I have unused brainpower and untapped creativity? Are there are many metaphorical ‘rooms in my house’ that I never venture into, and to which I’m simply oblivious?

Now that I’m writing regularly, maybe this dream will stop.

Or of course, it could just be my recurring nightmare, that I’ve been neglecting the housework…

If you have a recurring dream and an interpretation, I’d love to hear about it.

I was inspired to write about my dream after reading a post by my fellow Ninja, Donna Pailor. You can check it out here:

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