Warehouse Dreams

6 Apr

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(The above is a photo I took at the Grimm warehouse sale. That is an Anubis-shaped mummy at a Trimet bus stop.)

In one night, I had two dreams involving living in a warehouse.

I had a dream in which I had recently moved into a large apartment or condo that was actually a warehouse. It had high ceilings with rafters and hanging lights like you expect in a warehouse. Portions of the large space were divided into rooms with walls that were more like partitions than walls. Along outer walls were large wooden shelves, spaced well apart, reaching to the ceiling and covered with various items, like coolers and whatnot.

My parents began to move in with me, and this meant figuring out who would have what bedroom. While this was under discussion, I was looking at the bedrooms, and one of my parents pointed out that I had the largest room, so I decided I would let my parents have that bedroom and I would move all my stuff into another bedroom. Meanwhile, I realized I’d better have less clutter, so I pulled random stuff off one of the high wall shelves and realized that these were items I had no trouble getting rid of (most of that stuff was probably there when I moved in); these items were a rusty metal rectangular tub or something like that, not a full-size bathtub but something white and metal and rusty that might have been used for hand-washing clothes; inside it was something else that was rusty and metal and at least partially white, and I think it was perhaps a baby stroller, though an abnormally small one. There may have been a big garage door, and I may have carried these items out that door and placed them outside for the time being.

Now that I’m writing this, it seems like the dream was more focused on clutter and rearranging and organizing stuff…and my parents were rather in the background.

I had another warehouse dream the same night, or rather early morning. I had just recently moved into a warehouse with a bunch of friends, communal-style, but they were also my co-workers of some sort—probably performance artists. The décor was much like in the other dream—a large, high-ceilinged warehouse with wooden partitions/walls. There was a very wide hallway, and along the left of it you could see these black wooden walls.

I hand-made lots of banners that were all on the same theme and I think looked Art Nouveau, and they were all part of a performance art piece that my colleagues and I were working on. One day I came home to find that they were all gone. I was shocked and confused and hurt…and found out that the stern landlady took them down because hanging large banners in these apartments was not allowed. We were very flustered (or at least I was!) and didn’t know what to do. I felt especially hurt because I had put a lot of effort into those banners. They were art, not garbage.

Wondering about the possible significance of warehouses, I looked it up on an online dream dictionary and learned that it has to do with storing up your untapped resources, such as skills you haven’t used (which I think can extend to skills you haven’t been using lately). And why do I keep having dreams in which I move in with my parents or they’re moving in with me? I suppose that’s part of the grieving process, but it could manifest in other ways, not specifically moving in with and living with my parents.

Of course, I did live with them for nearly two decades, and during the last few years of their lives, I visited because of their health problems—and was with them when they died. So I did return to my childhood home in this reality.

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