Recurring dreams
by , 03-09-2011 at 05:54 AM (5598 Views)
Recently, or perhaps for a little while now, I’ve been having recurring dreams. Or rather, I’ve been having dreams with recurring themes. At first it was interesting, now it’s a bit disturbing. There are two key themes to my dreams.
The affair
This is the least recurrent of my dreams, but I’ve dreamt it at least three times. Every time it’s a very vivid dream.
In my dream I discover that my husband is having an affair. In each dream, I already know my husband has had an affair before (this is not actually true, but is true in the dream) and this is my discovery of a second affair or a lingering affair that I thought was over. It’s an incredibly distressing. In the dream I have come to a realisation that I must either accept that my husband will continue to have affairs and live with it, or I have to leave him. Either way, I must face the rejection, the fact that I am no longer enough and that he must no longer love me. There is never any resolution in the dream, because usually I wake up crying before the dream ends.
The house
This is a strong recurring theme in my dreams. I realise, now, that it’s an incredibly regular feature. The house generally takes one of two forms:
my childhood home – in these dreams I am living in my childhood, it is my home. I get the sensation I have somehow replaced my parents, perhaps this is how I feel. In one of the dreams my husband and I were asleep in bed in my parents’ bed. I woke in the dream to find a rat running across the floor. I then realised I was dreaming and woke, again in my parents’ bed and then woke again in my own bed, actually awake. A dream within a dream within a dream. Perhaps I have watched Inception too oftenSometimes I think I am dreaming about this old house because somehow I associate it with being a place of safety. Which is strange, because there were many, many times when I did not feel particularly safe in this house. But the dreams, apart from the rat one, are generally benign.
the large, sprawling house with lots of unused rooms – this crops up quite regularly. I am living in, or am thinking of buying a house. As I walk through the house I encounter many rooms that I either did not know were there or which I know about but which constitute too many rooms and so they are disused, or cluttered. In one dream, one of the rooms was a child’s room which had been left untouched following the child’s death. Sometimes I see these rooms as a great opportunity – my Mum could live with us and have an annexe to herself, we could to x with it or y with it – often I don’t know what to do with the room. It has potential, but I’ve no idea what, or no resources, to do anything with it.
Then last night I dreamed of a new house. It was, in some way, my father’s house. It was a chalet style house, very clean looking. The front door was open, and when I looked inside all I could see was blackness, thick, impenetrable darkness. I didn’t want to go inside.
And I’m at the point, really, where it’s freaking me out a bit because clearly something is going on in my head which is not resolved, and it could be a multitude of things, work, finances, family, everything’s a bit on the edge at the moment, but I’ve no real clue where to start in order to try and figure it out. The home could be a representation of myself, perhaps an indication that I feel I have unused potential, or a need to retreat to a place of safety. Work is certainly challenging at the moment, and I’ve been getting a little worn down by it. Then again it could be my actual home, which is sometimes like a millstone around my neck, especially as we’re struggling financially and sometimes I do wonder if it’s worth it. Do I need to decide to sell my house to stop these dreams? Is that what I really want? But yet this is the first house in a long time that has felt like my home, since my childhood home. So I’m not really keen to give it up.
So I’m in a bit of a quandary, and for the first time in a very long time I feel like I need/ought to speak to someone about it. Which is worrying. I’m not often driven to the point where I feel like I need support outside of my usual circle.
Did I say before that I’m having a rubbish year? I’m having a rubbish year. Everything that can go wrong is going wrong. I’d like to draw a line under it, but I don’t think that’s really within my control.



Sometimes I think I am dreaming about this old house because somehow I associate it with being a place of safety. Which is strange, because there were many, many times when I did not feel particularly safe in this house. But the dreams, apart from the rat one, are generally benign. 