I used to have this dream where I started in the basement of a house. The environment is dark and shaded - haunted house-esque. I’m surrounded by family members (I don’t recognize these faces in reality). With my family, I progress through the multiple floors (levels) of the house. There are 2 stages I recall. Each floor has a challenge.…
I used to have this dream where I started in the basement of a house. The environment is dark and shaded - haunted house-esque. I’m surrounded by family members (I don’t recognize these faces in reality). With my family, I progress through the multiple floors (levels) of the house. There are 2 stages I recall. Each floor has a challenge. One of the first floors was full of large spiders (I’m terrified of spiders), the next full of giants. At each stage, my family members sacrifice themselves for me. I feel extreme remorse for this but continue to press forward. I’m confused why I’m being sacrificed for. When I get to the attic, it’s dark, bare. There’s a barred window I move toward it to peer out. It’s dark and stormy outside but I come to the realization I’m stranded on an island. I feel isolated, alone, and afraid. I lay down on the ground in the attic feeling helpless and grieving. In the dream, I awake, almost as if I just got out of a haze, in the same attic but it’s lined with red silk. My dream family is surrounding me, checking in on me, asking if I’m okay. I awake from the dream.
Movement in dreams is something I like to pay attention to. From the depths of the house, the basement, all the way to the attic. What does that directionality say about what was happening in your life at that time? Were there attempts to reach new levels of understanding? Grow something from an uncertain place to a more certain one? Perhaps challenges inwardly or outwardly?
Each level requires you to face something scary or overwhelming. The family act as sacrifice but I also have the sense that they are resources, able to act on your behalf, to support you through the process. The confusion makes me wonder about worthiness, or allowing a natural process of "letting go/dying" that often needs to happen when we are in modes of change.
The scene changing and your family returning is also quite interesting. Allowing them to be sacrificed didn't result in their actual loss. What was the red silk room like? Did it feel different than the house before which was more haunted house like?
I used to have this dream where I started in the basement of a house. The environment is dark and shaded - haunted house-esque. I’m surrounded by family members (I don’t recognize these faces in reality). With my family, I progress through the multiple floors (levels) of the house. There are 2 stages I recall. Each floor has a challenge. One of the first floors was full of large spiders (I’m terrified of spiders), the next full of giants. At each stage, my family members sacrifice themselves for me. I feel extreme remorse for this but continue to press forward. I’m confused why I’m being sacrificed for. When I get to the attic, it’s dark, bare. There’s a barred window I move toward it to peer out. It’s dark and stormy outside but I come to the realization I’m stranded on an island. I feel isolated, alone, and afraid. I lay down on the ground in the attic feeling helpless and grieving. In the dream, I awake, almost as if I just got out of a haze, in the same attic but it’s lined with red silk. My dream family is surrounding me, checking in on me, asking if I’m okay. I awake from the dream.
Movement in dreams is something I like to pay attention to. From the depths of the house, the basement, all the way to the attic. What does that directionality say about what was happening in your life at that time? Were there attempts to reach new levels of understanding? Grow something from an uncertain place to a more certain one? Perhaps challenges inwardly or outwardly?
Each level requires you to face something scary or overwhelming. The family act as sacrifice but I also have the sense that they are resources, able to act on your behalf, to support you through the process. The confusion makes me wonder about worthiness, or allowing a natural process of "letting go/dying" that often needs to happen when we are in modes of change.
The scene changing and your family returning is also quite interesting. Allowing them to be sacrificed didn't result in their actual loss. What was the red silk room like? Did it feel different than the house before which was more haunted house like?