House hunting, witches and murder

Just before waking to the cat screaming for breakfast at 5 AM I was having an odd dream, so I thought I would share. Feel free, if you are into that dream interpretation stuff, to weigh in down in the comments.

I found myself, and my friend (sans her partner) wandering in a sunny but rather plain, treeless neighborhood of cookie-cutter homes, searching for one that she might be interested in buying. Apparently she believed that I had some skill in determining what to look for when purchasing a home, yet why she left her partner out of the mix seems odd, as I assume they were purchasing as a couple.

The houses here were smallish, but actually quite nice. Wood floors, nice layouts, clean, nice yards. The only drawback was that they were all exactly the same, even down to paint colors.

We looked, I gave my opinion, we turned a corner and found ourselves in a heavily forested neighborhood, one much like an area just a few blocks from where I live now. We had also acquired a new friend, a 20-something man with a black Labrador retriever. I have no idea who he was, and I never learned his name, but he was friendly. These houses were not new. They were likely built in the 1990’s by the materials used and their features, but like the other neighborhood, every single one was for sale.

My friend disappeared to look at a house she found interesting and I found myself approaching a house on a hill, following behind the man/dog combo. We were coming up on the house from a hill, covered in spongy seaweed type ground cover and thick trees. I was none to happy about this and remember wondering why we were climbing through this odd back yard and not simply going around the corner on the sidewalk to approach the house from the front. It was a steep incline and my fear of heights was on overdrive.

The man/dog combo disappeared around the edge of the house and when I finally made it up to the top, I came face to face with the home owner who was having an animated conversation with an invisible (to me) person about the legend of the local girl murdered nearby. I came to understand that there was some sort of unwritten, unspoken rule that no one could name the exact house that the murder occurred in. I think this had something to do with the fact that everyone was selling their homes. Sort of a pact among the local folk to keep the cover up of this murder under wraps.

Next, and last scene, has me, my friend and the dog (which now seems to belong to her) inside a home with two women. It is dark outside, late at night. I am sitting at an old table across from one of the women. My friend is wandering around, being shown the house by the other woman. I am eating (scarfing down) a salad because apparently I haven’t eaten since early morning. In front of me is also a longish plate with deviled (maybe just hard-boiled and cut in half) eggs. The odd thing is that each half egg is definitely egg, but seems to be decorated like a artfully frosted sugar cookie. The woman and I are making small talk as I keep shoveling salad in my mouth and I’m trying desperately to hint that this old box of a home, with it’s walls and ceilings entirely covered in dark, dirty 1970’s style paneling, must be the murder home. I mean, aren’t all murders meant to happen in creepy, dark, homes? I also remember thinking that these two women were witches, and I was suspicious that the murder was tied to some sort of satanic cult ritual. I also remember wondering in my dream, just before the loudest real cat yowl woke me, if by some chance my salad was laced with drugs, or poison and I was going to become the next murder victim, likely buried under that hill of vegetation that I had climbed up, or maybe entombed behind one of those ugly paneled walls.

So…thoughts…anyone…

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “House hunting, witches and murder”

  1. I would think that the outdated home which left you feeling insecure and unsafe could be a representation of your current feelings towards your own home and the person you share it with. It’s not so much that you fear for your life physically, but maybe you fear for your emotional state.

    Maybe the fact that you had to enter through the scary backyard up the steep hill is a subconscious reminder that you don’t feel comfortable returning to your own home, and all that it holds inside.

    Like

    1. Well, truthfully I never expected to get a reply like this, however I’m not only pretty amazed by your interpretation, but find it intriguing as well. I can’t argue that the underlying premise is sound, which could also correlate strongly with my unwavering desire to move… You’ve made me think, something I keep trying not to do when it comes to this subject. Also, I have never said this to anyone who has commented on my blog… I love you.

      Like

  2. Couple of random thoughts 😉 First, while I personally do not take too much stock in the specific meanings of dreams, I do believe dreams may be my subconscious minds way of processing life. I can often time see how details of my waking life, seem to find their way into a dream…so you could say, dreams are to my mind, like defragging is to my computer..(consolidating and organizing data) Secondly, I have two acquaintances , that both give way more stock to their dreams than I do, and one of the spin off consequences I see in their lives (both of them) is periodic confusion and instability directly connected to their putting too much stock in a specific dream. I would be curious, as you reflect on your dream, if you had any thoughts as to what they meant, or anything lately that could be traced to any of those details?

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I really don’t put a correlation to life as influenced by dreams idea, but I can see the plausibility of daily occurrences influencing our mind during sleep. I’ve been watching a lot of HGTV lately (those renovation shows) as well as experiencing a growing desire to sell this house and move, so that one makes sense to the dream. As to the rest, unless someone is plotting my demise, or I am destined to follow Wiccan practices, I have no idea 😉

      Liked by 1 person

Love to hear from you!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s