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seerikoko's avatar

This is such a foundational metaphor for living, isn’t it? Beautiful topic. When I have dreamed of navigating the architecture of a home I’m usually in full on exploration mode. It seems to be spirit houses I’ve never seen before but that I have built within my subconscious mind with little secret doors and passageways. It feels like a relief to be there moving forward and never back. However, I do have reoccurring dreams of visiting my childhood home and it looks the exact same. In my experience, I’m collecting pieces of the past that I dropped off. To me it’s apart of soul retrieval to go back to old haunts. It is highly nostalgic. Can’t wait to read part II ♾️

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Ritual Studies's avatar

Beautifully said. I also dream versions of my childhood home but there's always some new parts in it to explore and usually my family is there. Thanks for being here ;')

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Kajsa's avatar

So interesting and wonderfully illustrated! Don’t miss the Archive for Research in Archetypal Symbolism, another temple for images: aras.org

Yes, dream houses and other such constructions. I believe many of us are architects in the imaginal realms and why not? Who knows what is the significance or import of our weaving on the other side of the tapestry?

Thanks for bringing your beauty into being!

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Ritual Studies's avatar

Pinning this because the Archive for Research in Archetypal Symbolism is actually what became of Olga's project!!

Love the idea that we are architects in the dream realm, I have some friends who visit full towns and cities every night in their dreams.

Thank you for reading <3

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nim's avatar

I loved this so much- I also have had similar dreams about houses!!

In my own the houses seem to consume me- the windows become gagged teeth, and I am forced into new rooms which tighten around me like a digestive tract. It is warm, dark, and unlike a cave everything is alive. I cannot escape. I become the house- the place I want to leave.

As life has gotten better and I have left the physical home in which those dreams have occurred I regularly had dreams where I visited new houses. Each house was different- the only similarities between them was the moving, shifting landscape.

Now I am on my way to my first real apartment. This will be the first time I live in a place where I will not be faced with the possibility of running into my abuser/having the abusive person show up unannounced.

My dreams about houses are lovely now. No longer am I mashed down by doors and windows: instead lovingly washing them. They are still surreal in the sense which all dreams are but these ones are different.

Somehow I know- I have been given the rare chance to totally start over. I am allowed to begin again and create a life which will belong to me.

How much of a dream is a dream? How much of life is no more than that? If I have learned anything from my time asleep is that I have nothing better to do than to trust the omens and hope for the best.

I absolutely loved this and I am looking forward to reading more of your work! I have been an enjoyer of both ritual studies and girlm0ss. I would be lying if I said your page didn’t influence me to start my own.

Cheers to magic making, art, and the wonder of it all!

Xoxo

Nimity

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Ritual Studies's avatar

Nimity <3333 Your words never cease to move me :') Your gift for weaving stories is so powerful and I love the vision you put into the world. Your work is so inspiring and I'm always excited to see what you think of next xoxo

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aima's avatar

reminded me of game edith fintch.. house is such a reach symbol and dream language. thank you for sharing, i love your account and everything youd o!

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Ritual Studies's avatar

Thank you so much :,)

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Yam's avatar

I once dreamt of a house, supposedly in my town, though laying among streets foreign to me. When I entered the house, besides my partner and roommate, I was met with an incredible amount of strangers and a slide taking you to the bottom floor. I took the slide, amused with the architecture of the house and curious to see what was below, and found myself in a pool of an unknown substance, my partner and roommate staring at me above. I searched around until an older woman, odd amongst the otherwise twenty-somethings, gripped my shoulders and shook me, antagonizing me with the prospect that I have sinned and would be going to hell. This went on for a very long time, all the while my partner and roommate still stood above, watching and laughing. I’ve had this dream twice and have never found a way back up from the slide.

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Ritual Studies's avatar

Intense! The old woman could represent the crone archetype. Have you read women who run with wolves by dr. clarissa pinkola estes? She's a jungian psychoanalyst and many of her stories depict this type of character.

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Kirsty Whiten's avatar

I often dream of houses that are ’mine’ and there comes a point in the dream when I realise I had forgotten about a whole wing, or basement, or other space and feel a fierce joy and sense of massive potential for it….

{ I love your collages }

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Ritual Studies's avatar

Ooo yes, I have similar feelings of joy & potential in my house dreams. and thank you :)))

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Esteban Ferro's avatar

Once I have dream of a house that was overflow violently by the sea while I was inside. With some kind of peace I let the sea and the house take over me.

Some months ago , I repeatedly dream that I want to touch an animal (dog or snake) and it bit me many times.

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Ritual Studies's avatar

That's so oddly beautiful. And animal (especially snake) bites are another extremely common dream symbol. I read somewhere that we dream things like that because it's practice for the real world (if we were still hunter gatherers for example). Thanks for sharing <3

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Kailea Figueroa's avatar

On the night of July 13th I dreamt of an abandoned house. It began on a dried cliff overlooking Portland, Oregon. I was surrounded by some familiar faces, others; familiar bodies. I was clutching a rococo style gold mirror when I suddenly found myself and the group rushing back to the abandoned house that I had apparently found it in. As we entered the house I noticed the ceiling was caving in, dirty walls hugged the space and a damp heavy air of malice surrounded us. I entered the bedroom from where it belonged then a voice whispered “I curse you” I was so petrified I couldn’t move. My friend grabbed my arm and we flew out of there with a motion that can only be described as “swift in slow motion” then I awoke.

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Ritual Studies's avatar

Ooo very haunting. I have the occasional house nightmare too, I'm usually being chased through the house by an unknown entity but there are no exits. I recently watched the movie Beau is Afraid and it really captured the feel of a nightmare and how strange dreams can be. I recommend!!

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Brighid's avatar

omg yesss finally this was so good!!

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