October certainly didn’t waste any time before getting creepy on me. I have a lot of weird dreams. So much, I’ve considered doing an anonymous Tumblr blog that’s just recaps of my weird dreams.
Recently, I dreamed my husband and I were being led through a mansion hotel by Alfred Hitchcock. The hotel was on an island, possibly Key West. (No sign of Hemingway, sorry). We had to carry a spool of string because the mansion was haunted and it tended to rearrange the rooms to make it harder for people to leave. Hitch – who was pretty spry and hard to keep up with for a guy his size, much less one who’d been dead for years – assured us the ghosts were “mostly harmless.”
Part of this is probably due to the fact that I watched an episode of Supernatural right before bed, where the Winchesters visited Waverly Hills (which is a real place, very near where I live.) Another part of it is probably because we are embarking on another remodeling adventure. A lot of my furniture has been moved around. It really does feel like my house is being rearranged around me. Because… my house is being rearranged around me.
Turns out your subconscious can be surprisingly literal, but I looked up the symbolism of some of the elements of the dream, too.
- An island means you are ready for some solitude. Check!
- A hotel is indicative of a shift in personal identity, or an indication you are going through some kind of transition and need to move away from old habits and mindsets. Yup!
- A spool symbolizes a need for order and structure, or represent complications in your life. YES.
- A film director (sadly, Hitchcock wasn’t listed) means you need or want greater control over aspects of your life or a particular situation. Yup.
- And a haunted house is a sign of unfinished business. Sigh, yeah.
I am in a transitional phase, at work and in my personal life and in my writing life. I do feel like I need more control, order and structure while setting up new, more productive habits. And yes, there is some unfinished business impeding all of this.
It’s good to know my subconscious is working on sorting out all this stuff while I’m sleeping. If it gets any clear answers, I hope it lets my conscious brain in on it. And because I can’t waste any good story material, there might be the elements of a decent flash fiction piece in there, too. Maybe a new twist on a haunted house story – where instead of trapping the poor hapless inhabitant, the house ends up helping her get free of some of her personal baggage.
Or maybe I should just start that Tumblr blog.