While napping this afternoon, I had another in a lifelong series of recurring dreams about an old, vacant house with a vast network of underground rooms and caves, and a narrow nest of rooms above the top floor. The oddest thing about this dream is that in the dream and often immediately after, it seems completely real and completely familiar, as if I had actually been to this house many times.
The subterranean rooms are so complex that the dream often features getting lost or trapped deep within, yet at the same time, I can, even as I write this, sort of picture a map of the entire complex of rooms and caves.
The area above the top floor is an attic that narrows to a gable that then narrows to a peak, with at least half a dozen very dusty rooms in it, all filled with spiders.
I have to admit that the dreamic symbolism is pretty obvious in this one, but its recurrence and its consistency continue to amaze me.
If my sister comments that she’s had the exact same dream for 40 years, bam! Instant mind blow.