Art by Ame Jo Hughes

Art by Ame Jo Hughes

“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.” 
― A.A. MilneWinnie-the-Pooh

For the psychologist Carl Jung, building a house was a symbol of building a self. In his autobiographical Memories, Dreams, Reflections, Jung described the gradual evolution of his home on Lake Zurich. Jung spent more than thirty years building this castle-like structure, and he believed that the towers and annexes represented his psyche.  In my post, Dreams Guide you Home, I explain the meaning of some House Dreams, and how you can look into different rooms to discover often hidden aspects of ourselves.  In today’s post, Ame Jo describes moving into another house with her family.

House dreams are common, yet each one is unique to the dreamer, and Ame’s dream is no exeption!

A few weeks ago, I went on a “psychic sleuthing” mission with one of my friends, a woman with whom I’ve incarnated many times. Together, we had a vision of a spirit who wanted us to walk down a long, grey hallway with her – unfortunately, the hallway was behind a door that had been bricked over years ago (we were outside the building). When we told her that we couldn’t get to the hallway, she laughed and said of course we could, and told us we’d be dreaming about it soon.

When I woke up the next morning, I knew I’d had an important dream but I could not remember it – and I’d forgotten about the pronouncement that we’d be dreaming of the hallway. Then, as I was making a second pot of coffee, I was thinking about the hallway and remembered that the spirit had said we’d be dreaming about it, and just like that, BAM! The entire dream, in glorious detail, hit me in the brain. I dreamed that my husband and children and I had somehow bought this huge, old, semi-run-down house (needed some work but was totally livable and nothing that couldn’t wait), and we were in it, but our stuff wasn’t there yet, so it was pretty much empty except for a few things the previous occupants had left in it. I think it was in either Maryland or Maine – definitely someplace that starts with ‘M’ (I live in North Carolina and have no desire to ever move anywhere further north than where we are now). And it was IN town, sidewalk right in front of the house, tree-lined streets, etc. The floors were all uneven hardwoods, the rooms were huge and there were all kinds of closets that connected rooms, and neat built-ins – the house was just loaded with character. And it was bright, windows all over the place.

house dream ameI think there were three or four floors, and on the top floor was a big room that only had windows on one side, but they went the full width of the room, the floor was painted white and the walls were, too, I think, and the trim around the windows was painted a light cadet blue shade. The windows opened out and ceiling was sloped with the roof. I claimed that awesome room for my studio. Anyway, we started hearing things in the house and finding more personal possessions that had been left behind in various hidden built-in closets and cubbies and passages, and suddenly I KNEW that they’d left a person behind. They thought she was crazy and they’d locked in an inner room. I was sort of semi-frightened, but felt mostly pissed off that they’d abandoned her like that, and I wanted to find her and help her. And then we were downstairs and I heard someone on the steps, so, feeling a little scared, I (with my entire family trailing behind me even though I’d told them all to stay safely in another room) went around the corner to see what was going on. I looked up and at the top of the stairs, which were also white and reflecting sunlight coming from the left, was a little old lady.

“The gateway to the invisible must be visible” – René Daumal – Mount Analogue

dream bedrooms hallwayFear melted away. I asked her if she was the one who was locked in the room, and what she needed, and she just smiled – and then she turned into a man, who also smiled at me. As I realized that these were spirits and not the person locked in the room, it hit me that I was lucid and knew I was dreaming and that these were actual spirits coming to me. At that point, he changed into another man, then into another, and then into a middle-aged woman, all smiling at me and exuding positive energy. The dream portion let me know that the woman locked in the room was okay, and we’d get her out and everything would be fine. That was pretty much where the dream ended, with all of us looking up the steps at these smiling, shifting spirits, and all knowing that it was fine and just beginning. I am certain that what started out as a dream morphed into a visitation. As I feel more about this, I think the house, for me, was the long grey hallway, that’s sort of what it feels like, but not exactly.

I would LOVE to move into a big old house (my current house is way too small), but I don’t think it was just that desire to live anywhere but in my current house that caused THAT house to appear. Other than the spirits visiting me, what sticks out to me now, a month later, is that while exploring the house and trying to figure out how to find the locked-away woman, I kept finding these cool little cupboards and closets that seemed hidden, but so obvious once I discovered them. I’m thinking these represented the spiritual skills I’m discovering within myself, and that my husband and kids are also discovering within themselves. It’s happening with mind-blowing speed, and I had to take a week off of pretty much everything last week to let my body catch up.

The comfort I get from that “dream” is profound. Change isn’t easy for most people, and I’m no exception, but to know that where I’m headed is this beautiful place that feels like home…that’s the best feeling.

FOR MORE INFO ON HOUSE DREAMS SEE ALSO:  Dreams Guide You Home

“Faith is taking the first step even when you can’t see the whole staircase.” 
— Martin Luther King Jr.

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Ame Jo Hughes showed a natural artistic ability from a young age, astounding her kindergarten teacher with an accurate drawing of a horse. She took a decade long hiatus from visual arts in order to raise her four children, but couldn’t resist the call of her muse any longer and jumped back into the artistic fray in the fall of 2010.

Ame Jo feels a deep connection to both nature and women’s issues; subsequently, these themes are frequently explored in her art. She works most often in hard pastels and pencil, but loves oil painting and wishes she could squeeze it into her jam-packed schedule more often.

Originally from Pennsylvania, Ame Jo worked in various jobs – including loss prevention, visual merchandising, and cellular phone sales – before she and her husband relocated to NC in 1999. Shortly thereafter, Ame Jo picked up the stay-at-home-mom mantle and has been wearing it ever since. Other than taking every art course available in high school, Ame Jo is self-taught.  She is currently exploring the combination of meditation and intuition with art. She lives and creates in the middle of nowhere in Alamance County, along with her husband, their children, six dogs, two cats, two guinea pigs, and various wild critters that visit their yard, garden, and woods.

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