Dream a little dream of me

by statia on February 17, 2005

I’ve had 3 recent reoccuring dreams about the house that I grew up in. The New York house specifically, because I guess technically, I grew up in two houses. Anyway, these dreams sort of have a little bit of an eerie factor to them. I never got over my parents taking me out of Long Island, even if I’d never live there again, I think it’s one of those things that I’ll always love New York. Anyway, I have dreams about this house. I’ve had countless dreams about us moving back into that house as adults. It’s very weird. Rooms look really small, like Alice in Wonderland small. The basement has some sort of weird horror movie vibe about it, and sometimes the rest of the house does too. Or I’ll visit the house in the present and just randomly knock on the door and ask if I can see my childhood house. In one of the dreams the present owners had done some major renovations in the way of two massive additions. While I think we had a pretty good sized yard, the additions didn’t really seem like they would fit, and it was all very Winchester Mystery House-ish.

I’m sure that part of this dream is a big part of growing up. With the big 3-0 this year, I’ve been struggling a lot with my childhood feeling like it’s officially over. Even though, my childhood has been over for much longer than that. It’s the letting go part and feeling like the memories are fading. I just wish I knew where the eerie creep factor is coming into play.


Deltus February 17, 2005 at 10:44 am

Perhaps you’re now living on an ancient Indian burial ground? At least, that’s what the movies teach us is the most likely cause.

S February 17, 2005 at 11:54 am

How old were you when you moved out of that house?

fran February 17, 2005 at 12:14 pm

plus, you know, you shouldn’t do crack right before going to sleep…

seriously though, have you ever considered going back and visiting the house? it’d be cool to see how the house has or hasn’t changed….

tw February 17, 2005 at 3:05 pm
Camille February 17, 2005 at 5:32 pm

About a year ago my mom said she had some visitors at our house who said that they grew up in that house and was wondering if they could come in and look around. The two ladies wandered through the house remembering this and that, and asked about the carpet…”didn’t it used to be…”, etc. Maybe you should consider going back to visit. if you aren’t allowed in, at least you could view it from the outside….sounds like it meant a lot to you.

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