I walked out of a strange spare bedroom furnished with a baby crib in an alcove with floor-to-ceiling shelves of children’s books, a colorful and fanciful sofa on one end and purple curtains in the window.
Outside the room, several men carried boxes filled with my household goods and asked where to put them.
For the past several nights, I have been plagued by nightmares – emotionally disturbing dreams that left me drained, shaky, and exhausted for the day. Imagine my delight when I awoke this morning from a fanciful, Dr. Seuss meets Dr. Doolittle dream of moving into a crazy, unusual house filled with children, animals and downright goofy artwork.
I saw llamas in my living room and in a curiously narrow staircase in this dream. Somehow, I remembered the old tale about horses who cannot handle the stress of staircases and I wondered why it was so easy for the llamas. Funny, I did not seem to question their presence in my house, just the fact that they tackled the narrow wooden stairs easily.
A pudgy man with a cigar sticking out of his mouth called me out of a very funny red and white bathroom to tell me that “the boys” are about to go on strike because my new house was on top of a steep hill and it was too much work to carry in my things. As he complained about the incline, I recall looking down at two yellow feral cats rolling on the floor. Purple curtains, red bathroom, and yellow cats – I think we can determine that I dream in most vivid color.
I told the mover that I would find my husband to further discuss the issue, as I breezed back through the red bathroom. In this room was a tub level with the floor and fanciful valentine-style decorative items that looked like they were gathered from three great grandmas’ and two great aunts’ yard sales. Doilies and cute figurines packed the room in a house where I had not yet had my things delivered.
Continuing my quest to find Roger to help me with the movers wanting to go on strike situation, I came across several children sprawled on the floor of a sunroom playing various board games. This did not bother me, nor seem to cause me concern. I just stepped over them, and noticed their mothers who were sitting on furniture around the edges of my new sunroom knitting. I felt a little jealous that they had time to knit when I had to deal with the moving situation, but I did not question who they were, or why they so comfortably took up space in my new house.
I found Roger in the basement unpacking boxes. Finally! He unearthed artwork the kids had done and was trying to figure out a way to display it, so he did not have time to meet with the movers. Arghhhh. Meanwhile, several large poodle-ish dogs meandered around the house and looked exactly like Bing. Clover rode herd over the whole dog party, so I figured she would lead me to the correct salt and pepper poodle.
The best part of the dream is that none of this chaos really seemed to bother me. I did want Roger to deal with the movers, but llamas, feral cats, Bing look-a-likes, unidentified children, a house full of curiosities, and my things at the bottom of a hill did not ruffle my feathers.
I looked up the dream interpretation dictionary and did not know where to begin in sorting out this dream, so I looked up llamas. “To see a llama in your dream represents deep trust, strength and endurance. It may also mean that you are worrying too much and carrying too many problems. “
Yes, I worry too much and carry too many problems, but don’t need a llama to tell me that. I just enjoyed my little Drs. Doolittle and Seuss vacation from stress. If I get a chance, I may move to that house on a hill filled with animals, kids, strange knitters and doilies. It seemed like a great place to hang out.
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