Kids woke up kind of early this morning, but Jim was home from work & not asleep yet, so he let me sleep in (even though he’s owie from the vasectomy on Thursday & had just finished his first night back at work since then). When I fell back to sleep, I had a wonderful dream.
We were living in a new house (well, not new - it was definitely an old house, but it was new to us). I had known we were going to move, but for some reason wasn’t able to help with the move at all. It’s like I just woke up there. Jim had done all of the shopping, paperwork, packing & moving on his own. There were still lots of boxes to unpack, but the hard parts were all done.
We had been living there for a day when I said to Jim, “You know, I haven’t even seen the whole house yet! Can you show me around”. He did & it was awesome. Huge. Lots of rooms. It had two stairways that went all the way up, crossing each other kind of like shoelaces.
We got up to the attic and it was big & airy. It had huge spaces where the wall had been taken out & replaced with screening. It was kind of frightening for me in an ‘afraid of heights’ kind of way, but the view was great. And, I could see that there was a yummy looking italian restaurant across the street, and a hot dog stand where the kids could get french fries & root beer. It was perfect. And, I just started gushing to DH about how perfect it was. “Now we have room all of our stuff. And everyone can have their own room. And, I can have a sewing room, maybe. Oh, this is wonderful” Just going on & on.
We started back down the stairs, really looking at the bedrooms & rooms on the way. I started thanking him for doing it all himself & asking how he ever did it. Did he take the kids bunkbeds apart by himself? Did he pack everything? How did he move it all? Did he have any help?
There was a bedroom off of our bedroom that had two single beds in it, lots of bookshelves, two dressers. Some of the stuff was ours. Some must have been left by the previous owners. I had a vague memory of seeing some babies (not ours) sleeping on the beds, but they weren’t there anymore. Like, maybe, I had been there when we had first looked at the house, or maybe he had told me about it, or maybe the original owners had stayed there for a few days after we had moved in. Anyway, it looked like it was going to be Shelby & Annie’s room, now, but I wondered if we should put in their bunkbeds instead. And, also wondered if, maybe, we should have that room, since it had a door that closed & the room that it was off of didn’t - it was just an open room that the staircases opened up into. Thought we might want a bit more privacy 
We continued down & went to the basement. Pretty simple & basementy. I think there was a door that opened out to a garage down there.
When we got to the main floor again, Jim started unpacking boxes in the kitchen, but I wanted another look. I went up the stairs again, looking more closely at everything, trying both sets of staircases if there was a choice. Got to the top & saw that there was a closet with the door removed. On the back of it, the former owners had put up all kinds of letters, clippings, personal mementoes, all pinned up with regular straight pins. One that I remember was a kind of announcement/letter that said something like ‘It’s official, we have taught our last class!’ Like it was a happy announcement - that they were retiring from whatever it was that they had done for so long.
I went back downstairs, to the basement, using the other staircase. Annie & Shelby were playing in a room down there, with some kid that I didn’t know. I asked who he was & they said he was their friend from the neighborhood. I said ‘Wow, I’m glad you’re making new friends already’. They said ‘No, he’s from our old neighborhood’ & I said ‘Well, I’m glad you’re keeping in touch with old friends, then’.
There was a door leading off of that room & it went down a little ramp to a more industrial sized kitchen (kind of dirty looking - I wondered if any of the appliances worked, but thought it would be good for big family dinners & holidays). Off of that, there was a door leading to a little apartment. Made me think that, maybe, years ago, that had been the cooks or servants quarters, maybe. I thought that would be a great little place for Allison.
I went back out through the kitchen & opened the door on the other side & there was a little zero depth pool in there. I looked like it went up to 9 feet at it’s deepest part, but that was only a few feet long (the 9 ft area). Charlie was behind me when I opened the door & went running to jump in the pool with joy!
On the other side of the pool, there was a short concrete wall. I looked over it into an open area where some cars were parked. Led me to believe that this pool was above the basement that I had been in, earlier, with Jim. Jim came into the pool room, now & we talked about the cars we saw parked down there. They weren’t ours & it sounded like the previous owners had left them behind. Jim was telling me that one of them didn’t run & that we could just sell it off.
The whole place was just wonderful. It needed a lot of cleaning up, but it was great! I was so happy that he had brought us to that amazing place.
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Anyway, after I woke up, I just lay there in bed, thinking about it. Jim came in after a bit & said he had to get to sleep, because he was owie & nauseous. How sweet he was to let me keep sleeping through all that. He had made the kids pancakes for breakfast & told me there was leftover batter by the stove for me.
I told him a bit about the dream & he said ‘Sorry you had to wake up from that to this’.
Thing is, the big house is still here & he’s still the one who brought me to it with no effort on my part at all.
One of the symbols that really stuck with me from dream analysis classes is that when you dream about a house where you live, it’s not an actual physical house where your body lives, but it’s the place where your soul or subconcious lives.
Up until last night, my dream house was nowhere near as nice as this. I can’t even remember the last time I dreamed about a house, but I have vivid memories of dreams about ‘my house’ from when I was single. Twisty, rickety stairs. Sure, some of the rooms were nice, but the attic was definitely scary. (Attic usually = ‘upper conciousness, higher thinking’) So there were things up there that I was afraid to even confront. And the basement — Yuck - lots of broken overflowing toilets that were being used by dozens of people for some reason (like a locker room full of stalls with broken toilets & open doors - no privacy). Basement usually = lower conciousness, base needs & nature, sexuality. Bathrooms usually = elimination, getting rid of things you don’t need, that are toxic to you. And, there I was with no way of getting rid of all of that. In my old dream basement, there would sometimes be nice bathrooms with beautiful shower/baths, hot tubs in grottos, you know, a place where a girl could really explore herself in a very private & fun way , but they would be dirty or broken or have no privacy at all, so I could never use them.
Last night was the first night I dreamed this beautiful place, although I have a vague memory of an earlier dream where we were looking for houses & saw there was one for sale across the street from an A&W Root Beer stand. But, now, I have this new dream house. Room for everything. Lots of history in it. Just right for me & my family. Needs a little fixing up, but don’t we all 
And, we were all there, together.
Thank you Jim. Thanks for bringing me here. I love you.
His mom said that his *dad* was allergic to cats, but Kaya only had asthma. So, playdates are OK. 
