Yet Another Trip Down Memory Lane...

Yet another recurrent dream last night about my old house last night, in which I arrived home late at night, only to disturb some teenage burglar who ran out of the door as I opened it without actually taking anything or myself having the chance to see his face. Shaken up, I rung my Dad at his new wife’s place (where he has been living the last ten odd years since the house in question was sold up), but he didn't want to come round, so in the end I was relieved to have David come over and help me finally calm down and feel safe again instead.

Given that this was the house where many events of the infamous “Black Decade” in my life played out, and which I was ultimately happy to leave to embark on my own independent adult life, unencumbered by traumatizing familial drama, it’s long been a source of consternation for me that I should keep returning to the place in my dreams today – usually in a state of ambivalence or mild surprise, but always with a sense of persistent déjà vu... Looking up “old house dreams” on the internet I found the following:

To see your childhood home, your hometown, or a home that you previously lived in … reflects aspects of yourself that were prominent or developed during the time you lived in that home. You may experience some feelings or unfinished expression of emotions that are now being triggered by a waking situation.

To see an old house in your dream may symbolize your need to update your mode of thinking. This points to issues that probably are resurfacing in your current life, and need to be looked at, analyzed, and healed so you can move forward and not look back. If you find yourself repeating the same old tired mistakes, or dealing with the same old tired fears, chances are you will have this dream.

Well, that certainly all makes sense, but as I mentioned in this earlier post, expunging the past from one’s mind without spending hundreds or thousands on therapy is no easy feat, though admittedly I have often considered hypnotism as a quickie alternative route to putting the past to rest… Until then though, I guess I will just carry on using good old Great British emotional repression as a means to deal with my dysfunctional past – at least it's bloody free!!