Hello, I would like to share a couple of dreams that I have had the last two nights in relation to a decision as to whether to accept an offer to go to university.
I have recently been accepted onto the 3rd year of a degree course and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go ahead and do the course because it was taking a slightly different direction to what I am currently studying. I do complementary therapies which includes holistic therapies and the degree is in professional health studies which is more aimed towards end of life care, cancer care, pain management and a more NHS (National Health Service) style view of things.
I have been going round in circles since I got the decision, I was very happy that I was accepted but wasn't sure if I was doing the course because it was what would be expected of me or because I thought that it would open doors to different job opportunities to me in the future or make me more credible as a holistic therapist or if I actually wanted to go in that direction at all.
Also, the degree course that I really wanted to do (Complementary Therapies) was pulled by the head of the department at the last minute and it's unclear if the program will be introduced again in the future. If I accept and do this degree, I won't be able to receive funding from the government to do the Complementary Therapies degree if it did get re-introduced. So, you can see my dilemma, do a degree I'm not so keen on, or wait for a degree that may never re-materialize.
That night I had the following dream:
I was in a northern European country, it was snowy and the air was crisp and cold. I was walking up some stone steps on the side of a big hill. There was a lot of grass and foliage sticking through the snow in patches. I felt like I was coming out of a stone built village and ascending towards a viewpoint at the top of the hill.
There were other people on the path and we walked past a family of pigs who were headed back down the path. Someone exclaimed that the pigs must be cold (like in that SOTT article about the people who thought the baby Bison was cold) and I told them not to be silly and that they live outside and can look after themselves fine.
We walked further up and there was a stone ledge with a cat on it. The cat was inside what I can only describe as a zip-up, fleecy cosy. He was happy as Larry all tucked inside and we petted him and picked him up inside the cosy. I suddenly exclaimed that he couldn’t get out by himself and that someone would have had to undo the zipper to let him out. He had been in there for 5 days but was quite happy and didn’t seem to need to get out for the necessities of life. I unzipped it just in case and he gave a big stretch and started sniffing around; I knew he would eventually get back in the cosy but carried on up the path.
Suddenly I was in turret room of a white stone house. I was changing my socks because we were going to go outside to watch the sun rise from the top of the hill. I could see dawn beginning to break out of the window and I could tell it was going to be a beautiful sight. Just as we were ready to go outside I woke up in bed.
What I could figure out from that was that perhaps I shouldn't just do what I feel comfortable with (not do the degree) as I don't know what is over the horizon further up the path. Not sure what the self sufficient piggy family going back down the hillside meant though.
Last night, before I went to bed, I asked the DCM if it could give me some guidance as to what to do. I normally sleep with my head tucked between two pillows, but this night I had used one as a bolster so I had nothing covering my head. I couldn't get to sleep this way so I pulled the blanket I have on my bed up and over my head. I have my dream stone pinned to the blanket so that it doesn't get lost in the bed, so my dream stone was pretty much on top of my head while I was sleeping and this is the dream that I had:
I was dreaming that I was in my house, it was night time and the lights were off. I was in a wooden hallway and there were two sets of stairs with dark polished wooden bannisters, one flight above the other, one set going up and one set going down.
I was with someone else and they said “let’s go down to the basement!” I replied “no, don’t you know when you are dreaming, you go upstairs and look around to see what is there!” They went down and I went up. I appeared in an upstairs bedroom, it was small, white and pretty; like a converted attic space with combed ceilings. There was a white wooden bed directly in the centre of the room with a big, white, wooden, patterned headboard and a similar but smaller footboard.
On the bed were some crisp white pillows and a big blanket, the kind with the stitched cross hatching that drapes off the sides reaching to the floor. I remember there being a lot of pink bits and bobs and sparkles in the room too. At the foot end of the bed was a feature wall which was white with a black filigree pattern on it. It had sparkles throughout the pattern and was very pretty; the room was nice to look at. At this point I thought, normally when I do this (go upstairs) in a dream, I wake up, so, I started describing things in the room out loud to myself in bed back IRL so that I would remember it when I woke up.
I described the bed, the sheets and the wall. Down the right hand side of the room there was a large black velvet covered table. It was covered in jewellery. There were tens of stands of necklaces, bangles, beaded doo-das, dangly earrings and all sorts, it spread round to the right side of the feature wall where there were sheets and sheets of stud earrings. While they were all pretty and shiny, none of them were particularly expensive, but I remember noting that it was unnecessary to have that amount of jewellery and it was a bit ridiculous. It was like looking through a teenager’s jewellery collection.
I went back to the feature wall and on the left side, there was another table and some shelves that went up the left hand corner. They were light brown pine and they were covered in soft plush toys. Like bean filled animals of all kinds. They were cute but also a bit overkill. I didn’t look properly down the left wall as I felt I was waking up a little and thought that it was time to move on.
I felt like I had known the whole time that there was a secret door on the wall behind the head end of the bed. That wall was papered quite darkly but I could see the outline of a door there so I pulled it open and went up another wooden stairway.
On this level was another bedroom, this time it was definitely a little boys room with primary colours on the walls and bed spread (again, the bed was in the centre of the room in the same layout as the floor before). There were wooden toys dotted about, certainly less of them than downstairs, but I wasn’t so interested in searching this room as I felt like there was another door to go up another level. At the foot end of the bed, there were 4 doors, I opened the furthest right, then the next, then the next and the last. Behind each one was an en suite and I thought, ok, not stairways; cleaning rooms. I wanted to find the next staircase, so I moved on.
I turned round to the wall behind the head end of the bed, there was a cubby that led behind that wall, it was very dark and didn’t look inviting at all; kind of scary and ominous. I almost didn’t go in but thought, wait, isn’t that the subconscious bits of the mind that you are afraid to look at? So I thought “screw it!” and dove into the dark corner, I had to curl up and sort of frog jump sideways into the dark space. There was something else in there but it was an inanimate object and it prodded my side a little. I said “ooh look! I’m in the scary dark space!” making fun of the situation and the fact that nothing was actually happening. It was like I could see right through the wall into the bed part of the room where I had left all 4 of the en suite doors open.
Nothing else happened and the feeling of dread/fear quickly dissipated and I crawled out of the dark cubby. Another doorway, next to the one I had come up through, had opened up (in the same place as the not-so-secret door downstairs). Again, I went up another wooden staircase.
On the third floor, Laura and the chateau crew were hanging out in another cosy attic room of the same shape and size. There were grey carpets on the floor, a small 80’s style TV in the corner, combed ceilings, old plush armchairs and a little kitchenette. There was a very relaxed atmosphere and I remember everyone was reading or doing arts and crafts; Chu was sewing; Laura was doing laundry. She came to say hello and we walked around the space and she told me what was going on there, like an update to where everything was at (I don’t remember any of the things she said specifically but things were going well).
She said “come on down here and let me show you something!” It was another dark corridor on the same wall as the other openings. I was a bit hesitant at first because I thought that my dream might be playing tricks on me and it could be someone pretending to be Laura to try and get me to follow them into the dark but eventually I decided to just go and see what happened.
Suddenly I was awake in my bed. I thought “drat, I’ve woken up!”. I felt really groggy and was about to go back to sleep when I thought “wait a minute, maybe I’m still asleep.” So I sat up in bed, it felt real and I could feel the covers and the wooziness as I sat upright. I stuck my hand out behind me, in case I was still behind myself, sleeping in bed but there was nobody there.
I stood up and went out of my bedroom door and I don’t really remember what happened, it was like things were real, like waking life, but I was still sleeping, things skipped and I remember some sort of encounter where somebody was trying to get me to go downstairs again. I’m not sure but anyway, in the end I managed to go up another level.
I was in an empty wooden attic space. The same size and shape as the bedrooms downstairs except there were just the bare floorboards and ceiling. There were no doors and a voice said, “this is it, this is as far as you can go. There are no more doors so you should just go back down.” But I thought “no frikkin way!” If there were no doors, then I was just going to have to go through the ceiling. I sort of floated off the floor and up into the corner of the roof and pressed my face into the wood. It was like wood but also fluid at the same time so I sort of swam upwards and felt myself going through the roof; it opened out into an identical empty attic.
I was on a roll, so I swam faster and hit the roof and it swung open like a set of doors; another attic; I did the same again and popped out the floor of an immense theatre room. Again, the floors were wooden, the space was huge and reached off into the darkness, further than I could see. The floor space was like a drive in movie set with old looking tin silver cars facing a gigantic screen. The screen had a fancy, olden style, theatre stage type frame round it which was white and gold.
Some of the tin cars were 3D and some of them looked like they were from a movie set and were just 2D pictures propped up. I got the impression that there were other people there but I couldn’t see anyone. The atmosphere was very calm and quiet.
I looked at the screen and behind it, there was a huge light, so bright like the sun. It was so dazzling and bright that 2 tan coloured filters sort of slid down the screen, over the centre of the light, to prevent the people from going blind or getting hurt if they looked directly at it. I felt like I had arrived at the top floor and that I had made it.
I was overcome with a feeling of great joy and I started walking towards the screen, sort of laughing and crying at the same time. I knew that there were things behind the screen that were more wonderful and awesome than I could ever imagine and I was overcome with a feeling that everything would be ok. I came right up to the screen, it was see through, but not solid, not glass or plastic. It wasn’t moving but it looked like an inflexible curtain, I guess kind of like the screens I’ve seen in movies set in America where they have 2 front doors and one has a kind of a mesh over it.
I could feel the warmth of the light on my face and my nose was almost touching the screen. It stretched high up above me and it was like standing in front of the sun. I put my hands up to touch it and wondered what happens when you go inside…… then I woke up in bed. I felt so peaceful and happy. I thought that I had better get up and check that I was definitely awake so I got up and walked round the flat then went back to bed.
I don't know what it means in relation to the question that I asked other than I think that it will work out ok in the end. Although I have a feeling inside me now that I will probably accept the place and see where it leads. I just thought I would share the dream as it was so vivid and real and I haven't remembered my dreams so clearly in a while so thought it might be important. I know this is quite a long post so thank you for taking the time to read it.
I have recently been accepted onto the 3rd year of a degree course and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go ahead and do the course because it was taking a slightly different direction to what I am currently studying. I do complementary therapies which includes holistic therapies and the degree is in professional health studies which is more aimed towards end of life care, cancer care, pain management and a more NHS (National Health Service) style view of things.
I have been going round in circles since I got the decision, I was very happy that I was accepted but wasn't sure if I was doing the course because it was what would be expected of me or because I thought that it would open doors to different job opportunities to me in the future or make me more credible as a holistic therapist or if I actually wanted to go in that direction at all.
Also, the degree course that I really wanted to do (Complementary Therapies) was pulled by the head of the department at the last minute and it's unclear if the program will be introduced again in the future. If I accept and do this degree, I won't be able to receive funding from the government to do the Complementary Therapies degree if it did get re-introduced. So, you can see my dilemma, do a degree I'm not so keen on, or wait for a degree that may never re-materialize.
That night I had the following dream:
I was in a northern European country, it was snowy and the air was crisp and cold. I was walking up some stone steps on the side of a big hill. There was a lot of grass and foliage sticking through the snow in patches. I felt like I was coming out of a stone built village and ascending towards a viewpoint at the top of the hill.
There were other people on the path and we walked past a family of pigs who were headed back down the path. Someone exclaimed that the pigs must be cold (like in that SOTT article about the people who thought the baby Bison was cold) and I told them not to be silly and that they live outside and can look after themselves fine.
We walked further up and there was a stone ledge with a cat on it. The cat was inside what I can only describe as a zip-up, fleecy cosy. He was happy as Larry all tucked inside and we petted him and picked him up inside the cosy. I suddenly exclaimed that he couldn’t get out by himself and that someone would have had to undo the zipper to let him out. He had been in there for 5 days but was quite happy and didn’t seem to need to get out for the necessities of life. I unzipped it just in case and he gave a big stretch and started sniffing around; I knew he would eventually get back in the cosy but carried on up the path.
Suddenly I was in turret room of a white stone house. I was changing my socks because we were going to go outside to watch the sun rise from the top of the hill. I could see dawn beginning to break out of the window and I could tell it was going to be a beautiful sight. Just as we were ready to go outside I woke up in bed.
What I could figure out from that was that perhaps I shouldn't just do what I feel comfortable with (not do the degree) as I don't know what is over the horizon further up the path. Not sure what the self sufficient piggy family going back down the hillside meant though.
Last night, before I went to bed, I asked the DCM if it could give me some guidance as to what to do. I normally sleep with my head tucked between two pillows, but this night I had used one as a bolster so I had nothing covering my head. I couldn't get to sleep this way so I pulled the blanket I have on my bed up and over my head. I have my dream stone pinned to the blanket so that it doesn't get lost in the bed, so my dream stone was pretty much on top of my head while I was sleeping and this is the dream that I had:
I was dreaming that I was in my house, it was night time and the lights were off. I was in a wooden hallway and there were two sets of stairs with dark polished wooden bannisters, one flight above the other, one set going up and one set going down.
I was with someone else and they said “let’s go down to the basement!” I replied “no, don’t you know when you are dreaming, you go upstairs and look around to see what is there!” They went down and I went up. I appeared in an upstairs bedroom, it was small, white and pretty; like a converted attic space with combed ceilings. There was a white wooden bed directly in the centre of the room with a big, white, wooden, patterned headboard and a similar but smaller footboard.
On the bed were some crisp white pillows and a big blanket, the kind with the stitched cross hatching that drapes off the sides reaching to the floor. I remember there being a lot of pink bits and bobs and sparkles in the room too. At the foot end of the bed was a feature wall which was white with a black filigree pattern on it. It had sparkles throughout the pattern and was very pretty; the room was nice to look at. At this point I thought, normally when I do this (go upstairs) in a dream, I wake up, so, I started describing things in the room out loud to myself in bed back IRL so that I would remember it when I woke up.
I described the bed, the sheets and the wall. Down the right hand side of the room there was a large black velvet covered table. It was covered in jewellery. There were tens of stands of necklaces, bangles, beaded doo-das, dangly earrings and all sorts, it spread round to the right side of the feature wall where there were sheets and sheets of stud earrings. While they were all pretty and shiny, none of them were particularly expensive, but I remember noting that it was unnecessary to have that amount of jewellery and it was a bit ridiculous. It was like looking through a teenager’s jewellery collection.
I went back to the feature wall and on the left side, there was another table and some shelves that went up the left hand corner. They were light brown pine and they were covered in soft plush toys. Like bean filled animals of all kinds. They were cute but also a bit overkill. I didn’t look properly down the left wall as I felt I was waking up a little and thought that it was time to move on.
I felt like I had known the whole time that there was a secret door on the wall behind the head end of the bed. That wall was papered quite darkly but I could see the outline of a door there so I pulled it open and went up another wooden stairway.
On this level was another bedroom, this time it was definitely a little boys room with primary colours on the walls and bed spread (again, the bed was in the centre of the room in the same layout as the floor before). There were wooden toys dotted about, certainly less of them than downstairs, but I wasn’t so interested in searching this room as I felt like there was another door to go up another level. At the foot end of the bed, there were 4 doors, I opened the furthest right, then the next, then the next and the last. Behind each one was an en suite and I thought, ok, not stairways; cleaning rooms. I wanted to find the next staircase, so I moved on.
I turned round to the wall behind the head end of the bed, there was a cubby that led behind that wall, it was very dark and didn’t look inviting at all; kind of scary and ominous. I almost didn’t go in but thought, wait, isn’t that the subconscious bits of the mind that you are afraid to look at? So I thought “screw it!” and dove into the dark corner, I had to curl up and sort of frog jump sideways into the dark space. There was something else in there but it was an inanimate object and it prodded my side a little. I said “ooh look! I’m in the scary dark space!” making fun of the situation and the fact that nothing was actually happening. It was like I could see right through the wall into the bed part of the room where I had left all 4 of the en suite doors open.
Nothing else happened and the feeling of dread/fear quickly dissipated and I crawled out of the dark cubby. Another doorway, next to the one I had come up through, had opened up (in the same place as the not-so-secret door downstairs). Again, I went up another wooden staircase.
On the third floor, Laura and the chateau crew were hanging out in another cosy attic room of the same shape and size. There were grey carpets on the floor, a small 80’s style TV in the corner, combed ceilings, old plush armchairs and a little kitchenette. There was a very relaxed atmosphere and I remember everyone was reading or doing arts and crafts; Chu was sewing; Laura was doing laundry. She came to say hello and we walked around the space and she told me what was going on there, like an update to where everything was at (I don’t remember any of the things she said specifically but things were going well).
She said “come on down here and let me show you something!” It was another dark corridor on the same wall as the other openings. I was a bit hesitant at first because I thought that my dream might be playing tricks on me and it could be someone pretending to be Laura to try and get me to follow them into the dark but eventually I decided to just go and see what happened.
Suddenly I was awake in my bed. I thought “drat, I’ve woken up!”. I felt really groggy and was about to go back to sleep when I thought “wait a minute, maybe I’m still asleep.” So I sat up in bed, it felt real and I could feel the covers and the wooziness as I sat upright. I stuck my hand out behind me, in case I was still behind myself, sleeping in bed but there was nobody there.
I stood up and went out of my bedroom door and I don’t really remember what happened, it was like things were real, like waking life, but I was still sleeping, things skipped and I remember some sort of encounter where somebody was trying to get me to go downstairs again. I’m not sure but anyway, in the end I managed to go up another level.
I was in an empty wooden attic space. The same size and shape as the bedrooms downstairs except there were just the bare floorboards and ceiling. There were no doors and a voice said, “this is it, this is as far as you can go. There are no more doors so you should just go back down.” But I thought “no frikkin way!” If there were no doors, then I was just going to have to go through the ceiling. I sort of floated off the floor and up into the corner of the roof and pressed my face into the wood. It was like wood but also fluid at the same time so I sort of swam upwards and felt myself going through the roof; it opened out into an identical empty attic.
I was on a roll, so I swam faster and hit the roof and it swung open like a set of doors; another attic; I did the same again and popped out the floor of an immense theatre room. Again, the floors were wooden, the space was huge and reached off into the darkness, further than I could see. The floor space was like a drive in movie set with old looking tin silver cars facing a gigantic screen. The screen had a fancy, olden style, theatre stage type frame round it which was white and gold.
Some of the tin cars were 3D and some of them looked like they were from a movie set and were just 2D pictures propped up. I got the impression that there were other people there but I couldn’t see anyone. The atmosphere was very calm and quiet.
I looked at the screen and behind it, there was a huge light, so bright like the sun. It was so dazzling and bright that 2 tan coloured filters sort of slid down the screen, over the centre of the light, to prevent the people from going blind or getting hurt if they looked directly at it. I felt like I had arrived at the top floor and that I had made it.
I was overcome with a feeling of great joy and I started walking towards the screen, sort of laughing and crying at the same time. I knew that there were things behind the screen that were more wonderful and awesome than I could ever imagine and I was overcome with a feeling that everything would be ok. I came right up to the screen, it was see through, but not solid, not glass or plastic. It wasn’t moving but it looked like an inflexible curtain, I guess kind of like the screens I’ve seen in movies set in America where they have 2 front doors and one has a kind of a mesh over it.
I could feel the warmth of the light on my face and my nose was almost touching the screen. It stretched high up above me and it was like standing in front of the sun. I put my hands up to touch it and wondered what happens when you go inside…… then I woke up in bed. I felt so peaceful and happy. I thought that I had better get up and check that I was definitely awake so I got up and walked round the flat then went back to bed.
I don't know what it means in relation to the question that I asked other than I think that it will work out ok in the end. Although I have a feeling inside me now that I will probably accept the place and see where it leads. I just thought I would share the dream as it was so vivid and real and I haven't remembered my dreams so clearly in a while so thought it might be important. I know this is quite a long post so thank you for taking the time to read it.
