Newbie here, as my status denotes. But really excited for what can be. Really think that this site is going to help me journal about my dreams more, and maybe actually come to some stages in my dreaming that I have been wanting to reach for some time. Amazing how the human mind works, all senses involved.
So I have been experiencing this state of limbo ever since my landlord told me that he was selling our house and we have to move. Really wish that he would have waited till after the holidays, cause now we have all these strangers coming into the house. Thought that I could deal, but it is proving to be really hard. I don't want to live there anymore, but it is a really rotten time to be moving. So I have to wait till all the pieces fall into place.
Since I have been having all these feelings, my dreams have mostly been about my home. Which makes my waking life even more jumbled. Jung believed that the state of your home in your dreams represented the state of your soul. If this is true, I am not in a good place. I remember when I first moved into that house, in my dreams my home was an oasis. Overflowing fountains, beautiful lush gardens, huge staircases, big, open, full of light. Now when I dream about my home, it is nothing but distress.
I had a pretty epic dream about a year ago, where as far as I can tell I met with the karmic gods. I was on a military base with all my friends, and began to fly. But I wasn't just flying, I was able to control exactly where I went, and when I would do turns it felt beautiful. They showed me to myself when I was a baby, and how they put me through all these tests and said that I performed best under fire. Which is funny, because I am a fire sign.
Since that dream I have been flying in a lot of my dreams. I find myself sometimes just flying because it feels so good! I haven't had a flying dream in awhile tho. So the other night when I had one again I thought it was a good sign. I still think that flying in my dream represented some kind of control that I feel I have over myself. Which makes me feel good. So I was flying in this world, but this world was full of junk. Everywhere JUNK! I even got lost, not that I knew where I was going, but somehow in my dream I thought I did. I ended up at my friend Andy's house and he was making tea. His house was really messy, stock piled up to the celing with stuff. This whole world seemed like after the apocalypse or something. That was my dream, I awoke with a feeling of ickiness but control. Like I know who I am really inside, but just all this stuff around me is bogging me down. I felt like I needed to have tea with my friend Andy. If only I could fly to him....
The other night I had another dream about my home. This time my roommate Jessica had emptied the entire house, so that the house would look good for an open house they were having. I was so upset that she did this, and so weird to see my house empty. This time there was no mess, but I didn't feel in control. Maybe I am clinging to stuff or ideas too much, maybe I just need to release to the flow more. All I know is living in limbo is rough.