A Dream: Home on the Hill

Here I go dreaming and remembering the dream again. There were many beautiful parts to it, but so emotional that I woke up crying.

I was working as a real estate agent, showing what was, upon first glance, a sizeable but humble home that needed a bit of work, yet in a good location. I was having a sneak peek at the property; felt like I shouldn’t even be there. I was wandering around the first floor of the home, and my unknown client was doing their own thing in other parts of the home. No one else was there. I felt a bit like I was spying.

The home was spacious but dated, and my first take on the home was that it was nothing very special. I looked at the flyer and noted the specs. Made the home seem a bit more interesting, but still wasn’t ringing my bell. I felt my client could do better.

Then, all of a sudden, I noticed more people looking at the home. More agents and buyers in the home with me, seeming quite interested. Maybe there was more to the home than I realized. So I decided to go upstairs and look around some more.

Turns out the home had a great view. I never noticed it before. I then went back downstairs to go outside and take a look around the property itself.

I went out a side door, and stepped out to the sideyard. I stopped in my tracks because the setting sun flooded the bare yard and warmed me as I stood there gaping in surprise. I walked about 20 feet over to the edge of the lot. The home was situated at the top of a hill, overlooking the ocean. But the lot, though quite large, was mostly all dirt. I walked the perimeter, the wheels in my head turning, the value of the home increasing and possibilities inspiring me.

I walked all the way over to the opposite side of the home, the shaded side of the home. I turned to notice a lovely woman, maybe a little older than myself, sitting on a secluded porch off a side door that led to the kitchen. She was obviously the homeowner, busily working on sewing or embroidery as she slowly rocked on the cozy porch.

She knew there were agents and buyers in her home, and was staying out of their way. She wasn’t bothered at all. But somehow I could tell what she was possibly feeling. She loved her home. Had enjoyed the views, the warmth of the sun, the secluded porch, the spacious interior, and all the rest. She would miss it, but was having to let go. She was facing it quietly and bravely. Enjoying every last peaceful and joyful moment her beloved home had given her. She had lived her dream and had memories. And was on her way to make more someplace else.

How do I interpret this dream? Very carefully…

For me, homes usually represent your life. So here I am, moving around in my life, maybe not feeling so comfortable in it. Maybe not even recognizing its value. I do, however, begin to realize there could be something more there, and begin to investigate; to look deeper. Also of note are all these other nameless people moving around in my life, taking interest and prompting me to take notice. Do these people represent folks in my life who value me? Am I blind to my own value? Am I not taking the time or focusing on the wrong things?

Going upstairs; that may mean getting into my head or going to another level. I notice a view when I am there. Expansiveness, potential. Something kind of amazing once I am there. Maybe the value lies in the view and not in the dated interior? What am I going to do with this information?

I go back downstairs, perhaps meaning getting grounded or re-engaging in some way. I step outside to get a new perspective on my life. I notice an incredible setting. So much warmth and life. However, the ground is mostly bare. Very neat, but bare. Does this represent a minimalist setting? Not much clutter? Or maybe an empty life? A clean slate ready for a reset? Maybe it is suggesting I step outside of myself, outside of my comfort zone, to really get perspective. Sun and light are healthy and life-giving.

More investigation is needed. I go to the shady side of the home. Maybe something slightly hidden or sheltered? This is where the sight of this woman sort of hits me like a small ton of bricks. She is much like myself. She is very calm and peaceful, doing her quiet, creative thing in her happy place. She doesn’t look up; just serenely continues her knitting/embroidering (something I do not do). She is ready for the reset and is taking it in stride. She is also in a setting that I have long dreamed of, but never had as my own. This is when I feel all the emotions of loss, fear, regret, missed opportunities.

Maybe I am ready to hit a reset button myself. This dream may represent myself at a point in time where I am simply noodling around a bit, at a crossroads. Examining my past and preparing for my future. I think it could also be a heads-up to myself to make sure I pack as much value into my life as possible so I do not have those regrets. Maybe it is not the porch or the door off the kitchen that she loves, but the simple yard and incredible view. Is that where true value lies? Am I not focusing on the right thing? It seems more self-examination is needed, more reflecting, before I move forward. Fair enough. Keeping in mind self-reflection is fine, but endless navel-gazing can be unhealthy.

Either way, this dream, so vivid and so emotional, was a gift given to me to remember and take note. All of the images and feelings in the dream spoke directly to me in such a way to ensure I would pay attention and get the message. I don’t need to completely figure out the riddle of the dream right now. I just need to keep it in mind as I move forward. Maybe the meaning will evolve and become more clear. I am actually sure that it will.