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72

To dream of the number 72, may reflect feelings about how terrible it is to finally have to face conflict you don’t want to deal with. No longer being able to avoid a conflict.” dreambible.com. This dream would relate to an earlier dream; “It’s The Cowards Way Out.”

Sunday, March 1, 2015; Unconscious dreaming

My wife and I were going through a home we had just bought, unseen. The home was one story tall, and we entered through the front door which led into a large living room. The room was about twenty by twenty feet and furnished with a couch along both right and left walls. One each end of the couch was an end table with a tall lamp and simple white shade covering the bulb. On each side of the end tables stood large cushioned chairs matching the coaches. In the center of the room ran a coffee table from the first set of chairs to the furthest chair.

Directly across the living room was the kitchen, it too was quite large. In the kitchen all appliances ran across the far wall, along the right and left walls were six doors each. I walked over to the first door on the left and looked in. Inside ran a wide and winding hallway with doors along each side of the walls. I stepped in while my wife waited at the kitchen. I walked over to the first door on the right and opened it. The door opened to a large, well furnished bedroom. On the far side, I could see another door, which was opened to a full bathroom.

I went in and examined the room. It held a king-size bed with beautiful patterned bedding. The room was set up like a high end hotel. In the bathroom hung towels and a shower curtain, which matched the bedding. The sink’s counter was stocked with all the necessities such as soaps, shampoos and conditioners. I left and went back out into the hall crossing over to the next door. Inside I found another bedroom. This one also was fully furnished, although decorated differently than the first and had a full bathroom. I closed the door and walked over to the next door in line.

Again, I found another bedroom just as furnished as the other two with the full bathroom but the decor much different. Closing the door, I went to the next one and the next after that. In all, there were twelve bedrooms in this hallway; after my inspection of the last door, I returned to the kitchen. I informed my wife about what I had found and proceeded to the second door on the left side of the wall. Down the hall, I found twelve more bedrooms, six to a side. No two had been alike including the placement of the bathrooms which could be on either of the four walls, and the beds which in some rooms were twin beds.

My inspection of the other four doors off from the kitchen turned up the same; twelve bedrooms and bathrooms in each hall all neatly decorated independently. In the last hallway inside one of the bedrooms, I meet a cousin of mine, Kenny. I was surprised to see him and asked if he lived here. He said he did not but had heard I had bought the place and came to check it out. He informed me that the place used to be a bed and breakfast; I then realized why there were so many bedrooms. Back out in the kitchen we meet up with my wife, and I informed her of what Kenny had told me. She got excited and suggested we turn it back into a B&B at which point I awoke.

Entering through a door signifies new opportunities that are presented before you. In particular, a door that opens into the inside denotes your desire for inner exploration and self-discovery.

The hallway symbolizes self exploration. It is the beginning of the path that you are taking in life. You are going through a transitional phase and journeying into the unknown.

The bedrooms signify aspects of yourself that you keep private. If the bed is made, then it symbolizes security.

The bathroom, relates to your instinctual urges. You may be experiencing some burdens/feelings and need to “relieve yourself”. You need to cleanse yourself, both emotionally and psychologically.

Your cousin in your dream represents something or some aspect of your character that is somewhat familiar.

6 hallways; The number 6 in a dream represents negativity. When you see it in a dream it’s pointing to thoughts, emotions, behaviors, or life experiences that are negative.

12 bedrooms in each hallway; The number 12 represents constant problems or the inability to escape conflict. Living with trouble. You may be surprised that a problem will never go away.

6×12=72

Dream references;

dreammoods.com

dreambible.com

Tiffany’s Loft

Sunday, June 13, 2010, this was the first day of and posting to; “expandurmind.com.” It started as a simple blog, a sharing of my dream journal. I never would have guessed at the time how quickly it was going to grow.

In the past four years, I watched with joy as my numbers grew from single digits each week to hundreds until I had built an audience of over 20,000 followers. Because I did not want my audience to be bothered with ads, sign in pages, passwords and other jumping through hoops, I used the best on-line services for their comfort. Of course with great services, comes great cost. I tried several avenues to create some income to help support these sites and background software; however, none ever panned out.

I also made a lot of changes to my format due to growth and technology. Now it’s time for another change. I have a need to continue sharing my worlds with you, that will not change; so, sometime after the first of the year I will be publishing in a new format, e-books. This, hopefully, not only helps me recoup money for cost, but I will be able to publish dreams that were not suited on my sites for an open audience. I hope you will support me.

Wednesday, December 21, 2012; Unconscious dreaming
Our home has a couple of crawl spaces on the top floor we use as storage. In this dream, I was cleaning out some clutter in one of those spaces when I came upon a small door. It looked like any door that might lead to a room of the house but small enough that I had to stay down on all fours. I opened the door and stuck my head in, expecting to find another crawl space. What I found was a very large room. I crawled inside and stood. I realized this was an attic that we had never known was there. It was as wide and long as the first floor of our home, including the high ceilings.

To the right of where I was standing were three small windows set in the wall facing out to the front of the house. I wondered how I had never noticed them from the outside or that the house was taller than I had thought. As I stood where I had first entered, I could nearly see the entire place. The attic looked to have been under construction at one time, changing it over to an apartment. Framed walls were put up separating the area into 3 or 4 sections.

There was a couch next to my left and a bed across the way into another room. There seemed to be three walls separating the rooms, but they had never been finished so that only the frame of two-by-fours made them up. Two of the windows running along the front wall were in what looked to be the living room, while the third was at the far end over a sink in a small kitchen.

As I stood there my wife called for me through the door of the crawl space in the main house. I shouted back asking her to come to where I was. Moments later her head poked through the small door and she came and stood next to me.

“What is this?” she asked.

“I don’t think it’s an attic,” I said, “It’s much too large. I believe that the house was originally a duplex. Seems it has been closed up for a long time,” I explained.

“Why didn’t the previous owner tell us about it?” she asked.

“My guess is he did not know it was here. The place looks like it was lived in while being built. For some reason it was closed up. Maybe it was a place for the first owner and they never said anything.”

“How long have you been here?” she asked.

“Just a couple of minutes before you. You want to check it out?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

We took a slow walk through the place. The first spot we headed to was the far wall where the sink was. The kitchen boundary was marked out with lines someone had placed. These lines were going to be the walls which had never been started.The couch was on the left next to one of the unfinished walls and faced two of the windows. From where we stood, there was a small room that looked as though it was going to be the kitchen. The only thing there was a large sink under one of the windows. Several feet to the left was another unfinished wall and to the left of it a fully made bed. The sink which was a deep basin with a long faucet hanging above had water dripping out.

“So this is why our water bill has always been so high,” my wife said. “This water has been running for decades.”

I reached over and turned the handle and the water stopped.

“I can not believe someone would have turned the water on and just walked away,” she added.

“I can’t imagine the thousands of gallons that have gone to waste,” I said.

We left the small kitchen and made our way to the bedroom where the bed was. The bed was hand- made of wrought-iron, very beautiful with thick bedding of quilts and large pillows, also hand-made. The bed appeared to have been made yesterday as it been locked up and dust free for so many years. I pushed down on it, feeling just how soft it was.

“Wow, we should come up here to sleep,” I told my wife. I patted the bed hard expecting some dust to float up, but none did. We left the bedroom and walked into the back of the attic. This part was more of a storage area, and a lot of items had been left behind by a previous owner. Along the same wall beside the bedroom, a lovely antique glass cabinet stood empty. The cabinet stood about 3 feet and less than two feet square. It had a single door and inside just one glass shelf in the middle. I thought it would make a great place to put some of my finer star-ships.

Along the opposite walls were many boxes that my wife was inspecting when she called me over. Next to the boxes were two lamps each with a base, at least a foot and a half in diameter and holding a slim iron post of about six feet. On the top of those posts were the most beautiful lamp shades I’d ever laid eyes on. The shades were about a foot in length, 6 inches in diameter at the top and spread out close to 10 inches at the bottom. However, what made them so spectacular was the Tiffany glass embedded in the outlines of copper. The glass was made up of checkerboard squares, each about 1 inch in diameter and in every color imaginable. Inside each of the shades was an old-fashioned clear light bulb and by the looks of it, the bulbs possibly still worked.

Even with very little light coming in through the windows a small silhouette of colors could be seen glowing against the wall next to the lamps. I slowly circled around one of the lamps. Taking in each one of the beautiful colored squares, no two of the same color. Mesmerized by the intense beauty of the shade, I paid no attention to my movements until I felt a bump against my back. I knew instantly what I had done. I swung around to see the other lamp falling away from me. I quickly swung out to grasp the post of the lamp only to miss it within a hair’s breadth as it continued to fall further from me.

Although the scene was not in slow motion, my mind flashed through the thoughts of the destruction that was coming, something so beautiful, lasting for decades destroyed by my carelessness. My wife and I watched breathlessly as the lamp closed the space with the hardwood floor. The closer it came to the floor the higher my stomach rose into my throat.

There was the loud, “THWAK” as the lamp came to an abrupt stop on the floor, the shade catching the full blow. The noise and impact made my body jump, and even though it was not a lucid dream, I’ve always been surprised it did not jolt me awake. There was a tap as the lamp actually made a small bounce reeling back from the impact. The lamp rolled back and forth a couple of inches and came to rest.

Possibly because of the thickness of the glass and the quality that was put into such beauty in the days of old, the lamp lay there completely and beautifully intact. My stomach dropped into place, and I let out a hard breath of air, not realizing I had been holding my breath. I placed my hands over my face and shook my head, relieved. I took a deep breath, exhaling then opened my eyes to find myself in bed, awakened from the dream.

Current Lucidity

If you are carried away by a tidal wave, then it means you are ready to make a brand new start in a new place.” Dreammoods.com

Monday, March 11, 1996; (Lucid dreaming)

My wife and I, along with two of our sons and their half-brother, were playing along the seawall in our back yard. From hours of playing we became tired and sat on the neighbor’s seawall next door. We watched waves splashing against the wall. After some time, we noticed that the waves began to grow larger.

I thought it might be best to get to the house as the waves were cresting the top of the wall. We all stood and were suddenly shocked by the sight of a ten-foot wave that was coming at us. I yelled for everyone to run to the house. My wife and sons started to run, but their half-brother stayed on the wall. I stepped over, grabbing him up into my arms. I ran through the neighbor’s yard alongside his house. I glanced back to see the wave only a couple of yards behind us.

As I came up on the left side of his house, I looked to my backyard. From the left of my yard crashing down toward me, came a wave twenty feet in height. The two waves clashed together, swooping me and the boy up, then began receding back into the river carrying the two of us. Just as we were nearing the seawall, I grabbed the bush next to it and held on. The water rushed over us fast and hard. Although my grip on the boy was secure, I felt my hand slipping on the bush. Thoughts of where my wife and sons were filled my head, but I seemed strangely calm.

I should have been racked in fear but then lucidity came to me, and I knew I was dreaming. My hand held tight to the bush now, and I felt the pressure of the water rushing by. In all my water dreams, the more treacherous the water, the more fun I have. Even in non-lucid dreams, waves many stories high never cause any harm. I sucked the water in my lungs knowing I had nothing to fear. My body rocked with the currents, and I soon awoke.