I enter the home. All around me, I see green and decay. The house of the forest is old, creaky, and pulsing with life — like a heartbeat. I can feel it to my core before I even step inside. The forest has taken over the house, but it doesn’t matter; we walk together now; we are one with these walls of wood that grow from floor to ceiling…
I enter the home. All around me, I see green and decay. The house of the forest is old, creaky, and pulsing with life — like a heartbeat. I can feel it to my core before I even step inside. The forest has taken over the house, but it doesn’t matter; we walk together now; we are one with these walls of wood that grow from floor to ceiling, sharing space between two worlds: living and existence. The pulsing of the home makes the faint images dance on the wall as if they were alive, as though we are always walking into many worlds.
The pulsing of the home intensifies as I step towards its open center the pulsing turns into a grumbling howl, “the trees have gone mad”.
The doors of the house remain shut... with pulsing lights under each.
I move towards the center of the pulsing house to find a book laying on the floor; I bend over to pick it up, but before I could read the cover, the floor breaks in.
I find myself free-falling.
Darkness ensues, as the place under the floor appears as endless space, and it feels as though time is moving backward, taking with it all of history and culture until we arrive at a primitive state where everything — even language — begins to dissipate before our eyes and mind’s eye. But finally, we are left with a state of nothingness; a place where we are not allowed to exist without being pulled back out…away from this deep hole of darkness which is feared, accepted, and embraced.
Last month we explored houses in dreams as a potential symbol of the structures of the psyche (https://alyssapolizzi.substack.com/p/discussion-house-symbolism-in-dreams/comments). The house being reclaimed by the forest makes me wonder if this dream came at a time when you interacting with some primal/unconscious forces, perhaps?
The doors being locked is an interesting detail. Why aren't you able to access this part of the home? The pulsing light implies something contained within that has intensity, energy, a draw to it. Moving towards it leads to the falling under ground, a kind of void that swallows all, and transcends the personal aspect of experience.
It's a very powerful dream! Do you have any particular associations to the major themes (the trees going mad, the reclaiming forest, the kind of house it was)?
I enter the home. All around me, I see green and decay. The house of the forest is old, creaky, and pulsing with life — like a heartbeat. I can feel it to my core before I even step inside. The forest has taken over the house, but it doesn’t matter; we walk together now; we are one with these walls of wood that grow from floor to ceiling, sharing space between two worlds: living and existence. The pulsing of the home makes the faint images dance on the wall as if they were alive, as though we are always walking into many worlds.
The pulsing of the home intensifies as I step towards its open center the pulsing turns into a grumbling howl, “the trees have gone mad”.
The doors of the house remain shut... with pulsing lights under each.
I move towards the center of the pulsing house to find a book laying on the floor; I bend over to pick it up, but before I could read the cover, the floor breaks in.
I find myself free-falling.
Darkness ensues, as the place under the floor appears as endless space, and it feels as though time is moving backward, taking with it all of history and culture until we arrive at a primitive state where everything — even language — begins to dissipate before our eyes and mind’s eye. But finally, we are left with a state of nothingness; a place where we are not allowed to exist without being pulled back out…away from this deep hole of darkness which is feared, accepted, and embraced.
Last month we explored houses in dreams as a potential symbol of the structures of the psyche (https://alyssapolizzi.substack.com/p/discussion-house-symbolism-in-dreams/comments). The house being reclaimed by the forest makes me wonder if this dream came at a time when you interacting with some primal/unconscious forces, perhaps?
The doors being locked is an interesting detail. Why aren't you able to access this part of the home? The pulsing light implies something contained within that has intensity, energy, a draw to it. Moving towards it leads to the falling under ground, a kind of void that swallows all, and transcends the personal aspect of experience.
It's a very powerful dream! Do you have any particular associations to the major themes (the trees going mad, the reclaiming forest, the kind of house it was)?