My last post was about mirrors and I think it’s funny that I left off with “my dreams are reserved for those I love.” I had a dream about someone I didn’t recognize, and it was a bit eerie. Obviously, it also involved mirrors and reflections.
Last week (and I wish I had written down the day it happened) I had a dream. I lived in a house I’ve never seen before, but I knew it well. It was a log cabin, 2 stories, surrounded by tall skinny trees (like in WI or MI). I came home and was standing in the driveway (gravel) and noticed something peculiar upstairs — I couldn’t tell what was “off” but something just didn’t seem right.
I went inside and headed upstairs. I realized quickly that there were 2 rooms hidden in the house that I had NO IDEA were there. I realize this is a common trope in dreams, but the shock and confusion seemed real. I opened up the first door. There was a skinny twin sized bed with white sheets. The frame was too simple. It reminded me of the metal bedframes you see in movies from the 30’s and 40’s – or in old abandoned hospitals *shiver* (https://i2.wp.com/my1929charmer.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/Crochet-Bedspread-Iron-Bed-Vintage.jpg)
The headboard was against the outside wall, to the right of the window, directly facing me. A deep, yellow-orange light had the room glowing with warmth. I noticed that there was someone sitting at a vanity just behind the door, to the left. She sat in a black (?) lacey dress. Her hair was parted down the center cleanly, pure white, in two short braids tied with a black ribbon. I immediately took a step back, embarrassed that I had walked in on someone. “Oh, I’m sorry to disturb you,” I managed to blurt out. She stood and turned toward me and her face was blank. Just white, shapeless skin. Confused, I turned to look at what she had been doing at the vanity, sitting in front of the mirror, since she had no face (lol). When I turned back, her features were filled in. They were not particularly memorable or shocking in any way but I don’t think she looked old, so the pure-white hair seemed to be the strangest thing about her. She said something I don’t recall, but she had a very sweet and passive energy. She seemed a tinge sad but definitely unbothered by me. I excused myself and closed her bedroom door. I noticed the other mystery door just down the short hallway to the left, but instead of investigating it, I went downstairs to find my husband and tell him about the weird extra rooms and the lady. Why didn’t we notice this? And then I seemed to remember that we knew she was there all along, or was supposed to have been there, but we just never saw her around. And then I remembered I was alone, and I would not find my husband there to tell him. I remember thinking “Oh, duh, we knew she was here, we just weren’t sure where she was! I have GOT to tell J about this… oh no, I can’t.”
All very strange.
I’ve read that discovering a new part of your house in a dream signifies that you are ready to, or actively are, learning about a new part of yourself. It makes sense: the house is our Self and the new addition is a new aspect coming to light. This lovely white-haired lady was not sat at her vanity (altar) gazing at herself in the mirror, but using it for some other purpose. I assume magic.
Is this symbolic of me now? Learning and reading and crafting spell jars? And what was behind the second door? Will this be a second big revelation? A second life-altering self-discovery later down the road?
Or is this a glimpse of future me, a widow in her dream house, staring emptily into a mirror?
After writing this out and thinking about it more, maybe I was right all along. Maybe my dreams are reserved for those I love, and perhaps I am coming to love myself.
Margot Velvet 
