MandMaud
THE DREAM
I have inherited a huge house.
I go to view it with someone undefined, friend or family who wouldn't be intrusive so I could feel my own feelings without their interference. The building has stood empty for about 4 years, and is in good condition but needs touching up, a lick of paint etc. Then I think of turning it into a hotel and begin to plan: lots of learning, I'll have to talk to the bank, find out how to hire a hotel manager, what else is involved, learn how to run the business, etc.
It is big to call it a mansion: three wings standing as three sides of a square, around an empty courtyard. At least three storeys, and loads of windows along all sides (whitish window frames). I see no plants during the whole dream, no garden, but it's the kind of place that would have extensive grounds. No clue what the grounds are like beyond the three wings, and the court is plain sand or gravel. Building and sand are light stone, off-white. Inside, all rooms are empty even of rubbish (I don't see them, but I know). Not even curtains or blinds.
Next scene. I'm dressing to visit and meet the staff. (Forgetting the place was empty and a "blank canvas"!) I'm in a hotel room or something, taking out what I shall wear. It's a dress in strong deepish red, actually a long-sleeved fitted tunic down to my thigh, over a skirt, all in a heavy synthetic fabric that i'd never choose to buy - but it's quality, appropriate for the occasion and my role as owner, so I accept it as suitable and think that when I'm not just dressing for the part, but being it, I'll be able to choose my own clothes of similar style and quality but nice fabric.
The staff room is on the floor above ground floor (what I call 1st floor and Americans call 2nd
), in one of the corners. There isn't a big entrance in the middle, but doors at each corner, quite grand (heavy, old wood) but not showy. Maybe the main entrance is on the "outside" of the square and I have only seen this side.
I knock and open the staff room door, and everyone recognises me immediately. This surprises me a bit although I know I'm expected, but *everyone* greets me like an acquaintance they've been looking forward to seeing again, and I don't know any of them. They show me a big portrait of me in oils, and explain of course they know me, I'm the owner, I'm central to the establishment; it almost takes up the whole wall. They are all delighted to meet me. It's a nice room, old-fashioned, with coffee on a sideboard, a window at the other end, sofas, upright chairs and tables. The women (they're all women) are also old-fashioned, well-spoken, all middle-aged.
I have to nip quickly to the room next door for the skirt of my suit, which I left there. I open the door and find I've interrupted a lesson, and it's silent, pupils working at their desks (I think they were all boys), and the teacher is a stern man - the word 'schoolmaster' fits him better, this is equally old-fashioned here. I realise the building is a school! He sort of tuts, looks disapproving at the interruption. I apologise and reach for my skirt, which is on the nearest corner of the nearest desk - but once it's in my hand I see it is a the boy's pencil case, and I realise wrong room, and say, "Sorry, wrong room." My skirt is in the next room (which is identical but empty) - I could have sworn that the room-with-skirt and the staff room were bang next door to each other; walking in the other direction, I must have missed the classroom or else it wasn't there that time. It puzzles me.
So the house was converted to a school a long time ago, it's an established thing, not a recent thing. It is only this wing and a little way into the adjoining wing of the building.
Back in the staff room, I'm kept busy talking to the women, who I now know are teachers; someone brings me a cup of tea, someone says how nice to meet me, someone asks how my journey was, etc etc. Meanwhile I sit on one of the sofas and hope I can put my skirt back on without anyone noticing that it was off. But I can't get a second without someone's attention on me. Lucky I look dressed anyway in just the top, as it's long and 'proper', and I have tights on... I wonder if they've noticed but know of course they have and are too polite to comment. Oddly, this doesn't embarrass me much, I just know I have to (a sense of obligation) get fully dressed as soon as i can make it happen.
Remembering my visit to look around, I saw a pink house (like a cottage) on the roof of the big house, quite a decent-sized cottage maybe 4-5 bedrooms, but less than half as wide as one of the wings as the building's so big. I say that I'd thought the place was standing empty and thought I'd become a hotel manager, and the pink house looked untended, etc - they all nod and agree that the building's got run-down and looks neglected from the outside, but they tell me it's comfortable and it is well looked-after really... It's very friendly, a good vibe here, everything's lovely, but I am disappointed about my hotel ideas and thinking how to explain, how to break the news to these people who have worked here for years, and/or do the hotel thing instead or if the two could work side by side. Finally the headmaster comes in, a tall, energetic, smiling man, and shakes my hand; I know I'll like working with him.
When I leave (there's no tour of the place, unless I failed to dream that part) I have to go back in for that skirt as I've left it behind again. As I leave (down the steps, bidding them farewell, heading towards the taxi or chauffered car or bus stop, not specified!), the dress/suit is now bright white and always has been.
SUMMARY BECAUSE YOU PROBABLY NEED ONE(!)
I have inherited a big house, very big, very plain.
I go to see it; it's in good condition but needs sprucing up.
I plan to make a hotel of it.
Next scene: I put on a red dress for a visit to meet the staff.
The all-female staff are delighted to meet me and have "always" known of me.
I've left my skirt somewhere and go into the wrong room for it, where a class is in progress and I feel the schoolmaster is cross.
I understand that this is a school and my hotel plan may be scuppered.
There was a pink house on the roof of the big house.
I meet the head and like him.
As I leave, the red dress is a white dress.
THOUGHTS AFTER I WOKE:
QUESTION
I think this dream shows me what the universe has given, or is giving, to me. I have plans as to what I'll make with it - which I'm wrong about. Instead, it's somewhere that holds lessons for me to learn. Hence transforming from red, power (root chakra), to white, innocence. I am attached to my plans so I feel disappointed, but is the dream telling me to get used to it, my plans won't happen but the learning must?
I feel I've more or less interpreted it, but I also STRONGLY feel that I'm missing something. Anyone - if you've made it through all this - any thoughts? Thank you!
I have inherited a huge house.
I go to view it with someone undefined, friend or family who wouldn't be intrusive so I could feel my own feelings without their interference. The building has stood empty for about 4 years, and is in good condition but needs touching up, a lick of paint etc. Then I think of turning it into a hotel and begin to plan: lots of learning, I'll have to talk to the bank, find out how to hire a hotel manager, what else is involved, learn how to run the business, etc.
It is big to call it a mansion: three wings standing as three sides of a square, around an empty courtyard. At least three storeys, and loads of windows along all sides (whitish window frames). I see no plants during the whole dream, no garden, but it's the kind of place that would have extensive grounds. No clue what the grounds are like beyond the three wings, and the court is plain sand or gravel. Building and sand are light stone, off-white. Inside, all rooms are empty even of rubbish (I don't see them, but I know). Not even curtains or blinds.
Next scene. I'm dressing to visit and meet the staff. (Forgetting the place was empty and a "blank canvas"!) I'm in a hotel room or something, taking out what I shall wear. It's a dress in strong deepish red, actually a long-sleeved fitted tunic down to my thigh, over a skirt, all in a heavy synthetic fabric that i'd never choose to buy - but it's quality, appropriate for the occasion and my role as owner, so I accept it as suitable and think that when I'm not just dressing for the part, but being it, I'll be able to choose my own clothes of similar style and quality but nice fabric.
The staff room is on the floor above ground floor (what I call 1st floor and Americans call 2nd
), in one of the corners. There isn't a big entrance in the middle, but doors at each corner, quite grand (heavy, old wood) but not showy. Maybe the main entrance is on the "outside" of the square and I have only seen this side.I knock and open the staff room door, and everyone recognises me immediately. This surprises me a bit although I know I'm expected, but *everyone* greets me like an acquaintance they've been looking forward to seeing again, and I don't know any of them. They show me a big portrait of me in oils, and explain of course they know me, I'm the owner, I'm central to the establishment; it almost takes up the whole wall. They are all delighted to meet me. It's a nice room, old-fashioned, with coffee on a sideboard, a window at the other end, sofas, upright chairs and tables. The women (they're all women) are also old-fashioned, well-spoken, all middle-aged.
I have to nip quickly to the room next door for the skirt of my suit, which I left there. I open the door and find I've interrupted a lesson, and it's silent, pupils working at their desks (I think they were all boys), and the teacher is a stern man - the word 'schoolmaster' fits him better, this is equally old-fashioned here. I realise the building is a school! He sort of tuts, looks disapproving at the interruption. I apologise and reach for my skirt, which is on the nearest corner of the nearest desk - but once it's in my hand I see it is a the boy's pencil case, and I realise wrong room, and say, "Sorry, wrong room." My skirt is in the next room (which is identical but empty) - I could have sworn that the room-with-skirt and the staff room were bang next door to each other; walking in the other direction, I must have missed the classroom or else it wasn't there that time. It puzzles me.
So the house was converted to a school a long time ago, it's an established thing, not a recent thing. It is only this wing and a little way into the adjoining wing of the building.
Back in the staff room, I'm kept busy talking to the women, who I now know are teachers; someone brings me a cup of tea, someone says how nice to meet me, someone asks how my journey was, etc etc. Meanwhile I sit on one of the sofas and hope I can put my skirt back on without anyone noticing that it was off. But I can't get a second without someone's attention on me. Lucky I look dressed anyway in just the top, as it's long and 'proper', and I have tights on... I wonder if they've noticed but know of course they have and are too polite to comment. Oddly, this doesn't embarrass me much, I just know I have to (a sense of obligation) get fully dressed as soon as i can make it happen.
Remembering my visit to look around, I saw a pink house (like a cottage) on the roof of the big house, quite a decent-sized cottage maybe 4-5 bedrooms, but less than half as wide as one of the wings as the building's so big. I say that I'd thought the place was standing empty and thought I'd become a hotel manager, and the pink house looked untended, etc - they all nod and agree that the building's got run-down and looks neglected from the outside, but they tell me it's comfortable and it is well looked-after really... It's very friendly, a good vibe here, everything's lovely, but I am disappointed about my hotel ideas and thinking how to explain, how to break the news to these people who have worked here for years, and/or do the hotel thing instead or if the two could work side by side. Finally the headmaster comes in, a tall, energetic, smiling man, and shakes my hand; I know I'll like working with him.
When I leave (there's no tour of the place, unless I failed to dream that part) I have to go back in for that skirt as I've left it behind again. As I leave (down the steps, bidding them farewell, heading towards the taxi or chauffered car or bus stop, not specified!), the dress/suit is now bright white and always has been.
SUMMARY BECAUSE YOU PROBABLY NEED ONE(!)
I have inherited a big house, very big, very plain.
I go to see it; it's in good condition but needs sprucing up.
I plan to make a hotel of it.
Next scene: I put on a red dress for a visit to meet the staff.
The all-female staff are delighted to meet me and have "always" known of me.
I've left my skirt somewhere and go into the wrong room for it, where a class is in progress and I feel the schoolmaster is cross.
I understand that this is a school and my hotel plan may be scuppered.
There was a pink house on the roof of the big house.
I meet the head and like him.
As I leave, the red dress is a white dress.
THOUGHTS AFTER I WOKE:
- From whom did I inherit? That wasn't important in the dream, so I conclude it was about what I have received from the universe.
- This huge house is grand, but in a non-showy, dignified, quite plain way.
- Everything about the outside of the building is white or whitish; everything inside is dark (oak panelled walls etc).
- My dress is red, until right at the end when it is white. It isn't really mine, but it's for me.
- I am 100% welcomed, and the welcome is 100% genuine. They're almost relieved to see me (as if I were Aslan returned at last).
- The school aspect of the building isn't unlike the school I went to in real life. The teachers are very like most of my real teachers!
- Can't make sense of the skirtless thing! Unless it's about looking "right" to the world, being decent, not only appearing but being quality... but underneath not being quite "all there".
- The red outfit becoming white surely has to be symbolic: power turning to innocence?
- Absolutely no idea what that pink house was about! It's exactly the kind of house you see all over the suburbs and middle-class rural areas of England. It's painted the pale dull pink that many of them really are. It could represent my real "standard of living" (but not a house I'd choose to buy) in contrast to the mansion-sized inheritance? What's it doing on the roof?
- I'm struck by how consistent the dream was. (I'm a bit pleased with myself for dreaming so competently.
) The dress stayed exactly the same throughout (tailored seams that I could draw for you now); even when its colour changed, its sewing was the same. The first (outside) visit wasn't wiped out; during the second (indoor) visit, I remembered and talked about the first visit. The layout and position of the building and rooms were exactly consistent in every scene. I haven't been to a house like this, though the style fits English 18th century.
- Everything about the dream gives me a good feeling, except the classroom bit. Incidentally that's the only male bit, and the staff room is all female.
QUESTION
I think this dream shows me what the universe has given, or is giving, to me. I have plans as to what I'll make with it - which I'm wrong about. Instead, it's somewhere that holds lessons for me to learn. Hence transforming from red, power (root chakra), to white, innocence. I am attached to my plans so I feel disappointed, but is the dream telling me to get used to it, my plans won't happen but the learning must?
I feel I've more or less interpreted it, but I also STRONGLY feel that I'm missing something. Anyone - if you've made it through all this - any thoughts? Thank you!
