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The house in the dream was the one from the 4th grade, not a picnic let me tell ya. In the dream the house was on wheels but parked in the parking lot of where my mother use to work. Before I went inside the house to help everyone (the house was packed) I began to lay Bibles by each window so that people could see the persons who lived in that house were Christian and should not be considered a threat to them. After laying them around I went inside and began looking around the house. We still had all our stuff packed in boxes and bags which were piled high to the ceiling in some areas. As I looked around things began to disappear. I’d look to the left then the right, then back to the left. What was once there was gone so I moved boxes in that area to make more room for people to stand. I was trying to shift everything to one side so that we could free up the other as living quarters. Things kept disappearing so I kept moving and making it more comfortable for everyone.

The place was packed with people. Everyone stood really, really close to one another. There were adults and children, male and female packed from end to end in the house. Some held babies and some stood beside teens and younger ones. As I rearranged the boxes they could spread out a little more and be a little more comfortable. My mother watched me rearrange things. I barked orders at my sister who helped. The people didn’t, they just filled up spaces I created them.

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COMMENTARY:
That was one incredible dream, just incredible. Some of the things that stand out for me are the obvious connections to the house I live in now and the condition of the houses I lived in as a child. The filth is very much the same. The mice situation is out of hand like before as well. I was also struck by how I made the best of the situation and made space for these people to be more comfortable. My sister’s roll in the dream was submissive as in real life. My mother was inactive until the end of the dream where she was cold and unmoved by what she saw.

I figure these people in the house were insiders, alters created when needed.
I also think it’s interesting that instead of mice being caught in the traps specific animals not usually caught in a mouse trap lay there lingering. None of these animals were dead. They were in the traps suffering but not dead. Then a snake turned into a fish who instead of being returned to water was thrown in the garbage can to suffocate and die. The suffering was without cause. I didn’t want to see it but my mother called me back.

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