House Dreams

March 6th — I woke up early and lay in bed chatting with God. Why houses, God? I dreamed of more houses last night; that makes four house dreams in the past five days. In the past year, I probably have had hundreds of house dreams. Two nights ago, I was in California commenting on the perfect weather and shopping for a house on some mountains, delighted that I finally got my home with a view. Last night, I was outside a beautiful classic mansion with white columns. The rooms were lit from within and it was nighttime so I could see inside each room. The house’s owner stood with me showing off his remote control lighting system where he could turn on and off different rooms’ lights from outside. It was like looking into a lovely dollhouse. The owner showed me the huge fireplace where a trompe l’oeil painting was done of his wife, as if she were in the midst of the flames. Later that night, I dreamed I hugged my children in a home I didn’t recognize but I knew was mine. The kids were delighted because there were stairs and they were laughing and running up and down the staircase. Earlier this week, my dream had me standing on a street looking at several houses wondering which one I should choose to enter. Whichever one I chose would become my home so I wanted to make sure to get it right. Instead of walking into a house, I stood on the street for the entirety of my dream, unwilling to make a choice in case it wasn’t the best one. Do these houses represent my body? Are these houses different paths not taken in life? Are these houses my future residences? Will I be willing to make a hard choice in my future or stand on the street unable to move in case I choose poorly? Maybe sometimes in dreams just like a donut is just a donut, a house is just a house.