Interpret My Dream

I have had a recurring dream for 10+ years now. The particulars vary sometimes, but the core goes like this: I am moving into an apartment or returning to one after a period of time (often the dream takes place in law school after returning from winter or summer break). After the passage of some time, I realize that my apartment is connected to living areas or apartments of other, unknown persons, such that my apartment bleeds into their other persons space (ie no door to close).

The dream is accompanied by a powerful feeling of unease and upset as it becomes apparent that this arrangement has been going on for some period without my awareness.

Any thoughts?

Part of the upset is the process of my discovering the arrangement involves my finding rooms, doors, or hallways which I have never seen before.

Dreams about houses or rooms are quite often spoken about in connection with the inner self and the layers of consciousness or organisation of the psyche. There’s a reason the basement is the most frightening room of the house...

To accept this metaphor for a moment, the dream seems to suggest an anxiety about unknown and unwanted channels in your mind. That the building is also inhabited by others could represent lost or unintegrated objects...people or things that continue to exert pressure on your unconscious that require more processing. And all the rooms and doorways you don’t know about...something about feeling disconcerted with unknown parts of the self?

Thank you. Or known parts of the self.

So my dreams where I'm in a house (not my own) and there are sets of stairs going down down down and i have to descend even though I know there is some awful, indescribable but palpable horror at the bottom - this is fine. Perfectly normal. No therapy needed.

Couple of follow ups:

- Succulent: aside from the gardening sense of plants that are able to survive on little nourishment, I think this also has a more common sense of being juicy, ripe, luscious? Perhaps there's a worry about being at the peak of life (in some sense) and being able make the most of it before the season changes? Again, I've wrestled with this worry myself over the years - and my experience of suddenly trying to make the most of my life in an abrupt way ['oh my god, I've got to do this right now whilst I'm still young' or 'time is running out'] causes panic, haste, greed and regret rather than pleasure.

-The living areas and apartments of other people: I'd be inclined to see this more as fretting about boundary issues/intimacy issues with other people, rather than unexplored areas/hidden parts of the self.

xp, we can all embrace therapy for our dreams about horrific, intangible basement dread. :)

In ‘Making the Best of a Bad Job’, Bion talks about how we shouldn’t necessarily favour our waking reality as being the most important or indeed ‘real’, and that communications from the sleeping state should really be regarded with equal seriousness. It’s a simple point but it totally recast things for me when I read it.

The living areas and apartments of other people: I'd be inclined to see this more as fretting about boundary issues/intimacy issues with other people, rather than unexplored areas/hidden parts of the self.

This makes a ton of sense to me.

we shouldn’t necessarily favour our waking reality as being the most important or indeed ‘real’

Exactly what two people recently escaped from a dream cult said at an intro dream workshop! We were encouraged to "feel our way into" dreams, not to interpret them.

I don’t know what a dream cult is, but it sounds...good?

i dreamt i somewhere that felt like Mexico and looked like it but there were also parts of Tipperary town (nearest town where i grew up) in it too. like we were in a pub in tipperary at one point in the dream. i was going around the town with my friend martin looking for a pair of shoes and my wallet (i did actually lose my backpack in guanajuato once). we were walking around the streets going from place to place. i was walking around in my socks

we also came to someones front garden where two middle aged indian guys lived. there was dogshit all over the garden and it smelled awful

there were flies everywhere on the lawn but despite their tiny size they were killing crows on the ground and the crows were twitching. thats the last thing i remember from the dream.

i dreamt i *was* somewhere that felt like Mexico

I dreamt the other night that I kept urinating on the floor in my parents' house.

In the dream, was this inadvertently/by accident, or as a kind of rebellion ?

Kind of both?

this cryptic one-liner came to me in a dream

"the jerk store called, I'm running out of credit"