The Librarian Kate

Anyone out there have any thoughts on dream interpretation?  This was a recent dream I had this week that I am doing my best to make heads or tails of…

I walk out of my current bedroom, open the door and am in the hallway of my old house – the one I grew up in and left two years ago. (Note that I don’t realize I was in my old house until after I wake up from the dream.) I walk down the hall into the bathroom, and it is flooded with water from the bathtub – cloudy water, like someone had just taken a bath.  I reach over and drain the water from the tub, and like clockwork, the surrounding flooded water also drains at the same speed.  I thought that this flooded water was a figment of my imagination, until I feel the carpet – it is soaked.

I make my way back down the hall to my bedroom and go back to sleep. The next voice I hear is my father shouting over and over – “Who flooded the bathroom? Who flooded the bathroom?”

I feel a cool breeze on me and then wake up.

A few other points to make…

– I remember every detail in the hallway I walk into – the wood paneling, the placement of the stairs, the light above the stairs.

– There are details in the bathroom that suggest I am walking into my old house as I remember it from my elementary to middle school years.  This is evident by the carpeting in the bathroom (we had pink carpeting in there until I was about 12 or 13 I think) and the wrought iron railing I see on the side.

– The presence of the cool breeze is odd because (a) my windows were closed as we had air conditioning on, and (b) the air conditioning and ceiling fan were not doing too much to cool the room, and I had been uncomfortably warm all evening.

– This was a short dream, no more than 15 or 20 minutes (if that), something I figured out based on when I fell asleep after restless attempts that night.

Dream dictionaries have been a bit inconclusive.  And I am not sure if this is something meant to be interpreted or just an overactive imagination fueled by a body getting over a cold and a nasty stomachache.  Anyone have any thoughts?

I am also going to try and start journaling my more vivid dreams – this is one I had on Saturday morning (in which I slept till noon, which is not something I do very often).  It’s not as vivid or action packed as the other one, but I still remember some details…

I am at the beach, somewhere in New York City, watching the waves.  The beach is fairly crowded and not far from a train or subway, because I remember walking to and from the beach from the train.

Again, anyone have any ideas?