After an eventful and restless dream session Saturday night I feel compelled to break the blogging silence and address a few recurring dreams I have. Before I start off on that, I must say that my recent absence from the blogging world has not been due to lack of subject matter, but rather lack of time to devote to all of the things I would currently like to talk about. Between a wonderful girls weekend in North Carolina and a busy couple of weeks in the office I simply have not had time to put all of my thoughts down. I'm currently pondering over a myriad of things from the Freedom of Choice Act to what it really means to be pursued. My recurring dreams just happen to require less research than other thoughts I've had.
Back to Saturday night - It's probably important to note that I woke up at 4:30am totally paranoid that my phone (my only alarm clock) would not automatically "spring forward." It did change automatically, and I went back to sleep for a few hours. I believe it was during my second phase of sleep that I dreamed about baking cakes (probably from watching too many episodes of Ace of Cakes). I don't have recurring dreams about baking, as much as I love baking, but the other dream I had is related to a recurring dream theme.
I was back in the house I "grew up in" in Columbus - 7777 Quarry Cliff Court to be exact - and we were packing to move. The plan was to pack only the things we wanted to keep and everything else would be left behind for the new owners. I was under the impression that my room had already been packed, but I went to check to make sure nothing of importance had been left behind. My room was full of stuff, a lot of which I decided should be packed and moved with us. I began to frantically pack things in any available containers and boxes that I could find. I even looked out my bedroom window to check that there was room in the moving truck for the items I was about to add, there was. I awoke before I finished packing.
This is not the first dream of this type that I have had about that house. Anytime I dream about that house I am packing for something, be it a trip or to move. And though often in dreams I am someplace, but it doesn't look like that place does in reality, "my house" always looks exactly as it did when I left it in August of 1998.
Now I firmly believe in pizza dreams and significant dreams. I have had my fair share of pizza dreams, but I have also had dreams where I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that God was using them to speak to me. That in mind I have to wonder what "my house" symbolizes and why I continue to dream about it.
I pondered this as I attempted to fall asleep last night. Perhaps it's a security that I haven't found since? Or maybe it has to do with leaving and never returning? (My parents packed up and moved to Arizona after I moved out.) I lived there from age 12 to 18. Grant it that is only 6 years, but it is actually the longest I have ever lived in the same house in my nearly 29 years. So, maybe that is the key? It's the only stability I've ever experienced for an extended period of time. Perhaps it's all of the memories? I lived there through Jr. High and High School, formidable years in anyone's life. Maybe 7777 Quarry Cliff Court embodies the happiness of my youth?
Whatever the significance the house plays, in nearly every dream that takes place there I am leaving. I am gathering my belongings either to go on a trip or moving away. In each dream (with the exception of one last week when I dreamed Sarah and I lived there) my Mom and Step-Dad are there as well. Okay, I take that back. There have been a few dreams where I was sneaking around the house, knowing that other people lived there/owned it, looking for things I had left behind. In those instances I've been by myself.
Since this blog is getting longer by the second I think I will separate my recurring dreams into several entries. I'm praying and asking God to show me what He's trying to say through these dreams or what I need to do to move past them. If you have any advice I'm open to it!
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