So I’ve been having this recurring dream for a while. In the dream, I’m older. I’m probably around sixty years old, but I think I look good for my age. I’m walking around what I believe to be my house with my pants rolled up from the ankles. Now, as many times as I’ve had this dream, I can honestly say that I don’t know shit about the house. I’ve never been in it before, but “dream me” knows exactly how to navigate it.
Anyways, the house is flooded with crystal clear water. The carpet, my shoes, the kitchen floor, they’re all visible beneath the twelve or so inches of water. I should also note that it’s night time every time I have the dream, but the world is coated in this beautiful silver grain moonlight.
So each time I have this dream, I’m either in a different room, or walking in a different direction. One time I was just sitting on the side of a large bed with my feet dangling in the water. Another time I was walking up an endless glass hallway towards another room that I never reached. It seems that the dreams are becoming more
unsettling weird as I have them.
Last night the dream started with me outside of the flooded house. I was sitting on a red wood patio, which was also submerged in water, looking down at a garden. As I stated before, it’s night time, the house is flooded with crystal clear water, and the world is painted in moonlight. The garden was new. I’ve never been to that part of the house before. So the garden was…well…creepy. The flooded grounds were filled with the floating husks of busted squash (something I don’t eat), red flowers, and drift wood. The soil was dug up in a rough pattern with mounds and trenches peppered across the area. It looked as if a bear or something had had its way with a vegetable patch…and then the water flowed in softly as to not destroy the evidence of its visit. It was disturbing to say the least, but then I just woke up.
I have absolutely no idea why I have these dreams. I can’t see any significance in any part of the dream. I don’t know why my brain conceives these things. None of it makes sense.
I wish I could stay there, though.