I recently had a dream where I realized that there was a room in my house that I'd never noticed before. It was quite big and I was a little annoyed that I hadn't seen it before. It really would have been helpful when the boys were younger! I also realized that every other room in the house opened up to this one. How had I never seen it before? It was fully furnished but a little untidy. But it wasn't filthy.
This reminded me of another dream I had when I was living in Tyler, Texas. I was probably about 24 years old at the time.
I was looking for my sister. Something had happened and she ran in fear to hid. I was desperately searching for her when I came upon an abandoned house. It was old but probably beautiful in it's day. And with a little love it could be again.
I tried to peek in the windows to see if I could see my sister, but the windows had a film on them and I couldn't see anything. So I found an opening and crawled inside.
It was FILTHY. There was no color and the entire house was covered in a dark grey, dirty film. Every single piece of furniture was broken. I realized I couldn't see into the house from the windows because they were covered in this strange dust.
I heard my sister and ran into the room where I thought I heard the sound. It was difficult moving around because there was so much dirt and broken furniture. All I remember is that I never did find her and I couldn't find my way back out. I was forever locked inside that house.
I actually looked up something about what dreams meant and found that the house was supposedly really me. The exterior was how others perceived me and the interior is how I perceive myself. This made some sense to me since, at the time, I felt broken and dirty.
The fact that I'm now dreaming of a nice, big room that isn't insanely destroyed gives me comfort. Instead of being dirty and broken, I'm just untidy. And the improvement only took 20 years. :-)