This is my dream mixed with some backstory. The backstory may help with interpretation.
Dream- I was in Pittsburgh with friends and my wife. I don’t know who these friends were. They were dream friends. I do not know them in in true life. The wife in my dream is my true-life wife.
Backstory - I was 50-50 owner of a research clinic. The other owner was my ex. It was a successful clinic. We ran it on our own. We were together for 10 years. She had an affair. I left under very tumultuous circumstances. I remember her kicking me out of the house on New Year’s Eve and it was bitter cold, with 2 feet of snow, and I had to hold my little 4 pound poodle in one hand while I dug my car out of the snow in the other just so I could try to safely navigate to a hotel. I always feel guilty that my poodle had to endure situations like that.
Dream - My friends and I were staying in a house. When I looked out the window, I saw my old house that my ex and I lived in. I felt excited to see the house, but it wasn’t a good excitement.
Backstory - This house was a money pit. It was built in 1926 and was very nice on the outside, had 1926 character on the inside. My ex never saw the house before she purchased it. I told her there were issues with it and she shouldn’t buy, and insisted she come see it. She never did and also never had an inspection. Once she moved in and saw what a mess it was, she blamed me and it was a source of contention between my ex and I until we ended things.
Dream - I walked over to see the house, but the people who lived there were entertaining. They were dressed up. I was not. I had a red cocktail dress on and shoes that did not match my dress. The shoes were black dress shoes. The dress was not something I would wear in real life.
One of the owners of the house was a woman. She saw us and came over with two friends and said we didn’t belong in that neighborhood. She was attractive, thin and looked like a professional. I felt offended.
I became boastful and said “really? because I used to live in this house. In fact, I paid money for it”. I then stopped myself and said “no actually I didn’t. It’s my new house that I paid money for”. I then realized that I didn’t pay money for either. In my dream, I questioned myself about why I was being boastful because I’m not a boastful person and dislike boastful people.
The woman and her friends finally became nice after I said that, and I tried to tell the woman of little nuances of the house and all of the things I had done to it, like choosing the paint colors on the walls. That was a lie because my ex chose all of the paint colors. I was doing this so the woman would really believe that I previously owned the house. I felt like I had to convince her because she wouldn’t believe me.
I had the thought that I should tell her other things I knew about the house so she would believe me, but I decided not to tell her those things. The things I thought of telling her were about the crappy living room ceiling that had to be demolished and redone, how perfectly I painted behind all of the radiators so that part of the walls looked just like the rest of the wall, and how I sprayed foam to insulate the sunroom. I did not tell her these things because I thought she wouldn’t care to hear them.
Backstory - The sunroom was a huge part of making the house a money pit. It leaked like a sieve and had no HVAC going to it. It was unusable space and ended up being torn down.
Dream - I remember seeing the street where I parked my car and had to dig it out from the snow so my poodle and I could leave. I wanted to show my wife, but think she was interacting with someone else and didn’t want to interrupt her to show her. I had a feeling she would’ve blown off my showing her that area.
As my friends and I were leaving the house and were on our way out of the neighborhood, we saw another house.
Backstory - I’ve had recurrent dreams about this house. In my recurring dreams, this house was always very scary. The energy was very evil, and there was a part of this house that I would have to go into, like the attic, and repair something that had to do with the walls or the ceiling. I used to have this dream at least once a year, but don’t recall having it for a few years now.
Dream - I went up to that house and there was an old lady sweeping. She asked what we were doing there and I told her I used to live in the neighborhood.
She recognized me as the person who used to not be nice to one of the other neighbors named Pat.
Backstory - Pat was a realtor and sold us the house. She not only didn’t disclose information about the house but we found out later that she intentionally covered up serious issues like water leaks and damage. She lived two houses away. I wasn’t kind to her.
Dream - I then started recognizing other things in the neighborhood like a dog that I used to see all of the time. I thought to myself that it looked very similar to one of the dogs my ex and I had together (in reality).
I think my friends and I were either chased out of the neighborhood or just knew that we should leave. Either way we felt unwelcomed.
We ended up at a street party
I was quickly separated from my wife. I ended up in a restaurant that was having a costume-type party. I left the restaurant to go look for my wife and passed these scuzzy looking men with homemade numchucks. They looked scary, but I knew it was probably OK to walk past them, and made sure to walk with a small group of people just to be safe. I couldn’t find my wife and was afraid we would pass each other while looking for each other, so I decided to go back to the restaurant and wait for her to find me. I knew she would be looking for me. I felt afraid because I didn’t have a cell phone and neither did my life and I didn’t know however we were going to find each other. I did not act afraid though because I try not to do that in real life.
I ended up going back to the restaurant because I thought that would be the best place for her to find me. I kept trying to ask people for help but they wouldn’t answer my question which was “where should I go to meet with my wife?” “If you got lost in Pittsburgh where would somebody go to find you?” One woman kept giving me work to do because they were so busy and we needed help.
I felt unheard because no one would answer my questions and didn’t seem to want to help me. I felt in the way of people of the people working at the restaurant. I felt helpless because I didn’t know how to find my wife.
Dream- I was in Pittsburgh with friends and my wife. I don’t know who these friends were. They were dream friends. I do not know them in in true life. The wife in my dream is my true-life wife.
Backstory - I was 50-50 owner of a research clinic. The other owner was my ex. It was a successful clinic. We ran it on our own. We were together for 10 years. She had an affair. I left under very tumultuous circumstances. I remember her kicking me out of the house on New Year’s Eve and it was bitter cold, with 2 feet of snow, and I had to hold my little 4 pound poodle in one hand while I dug my car out of the snow in the other just so I could try to safely navigate to a hotel. I always feel guilty that my poodle had to endure situations like that.
Dream - My friends and I were staying in a house. When I looked out the window, I saw my old house that my ex and I lived in. I felt excited to see the house, but it wasn’t a good excitement.
Backstory - This house was a money pit. It was built in 1926 and was very nice on the outside, had 1926 character on the inside. My ex never saw the house before she purchased it. I told her there were issues with it and she shouldn’t buy, and insisted she come see it. She never did and also never had an inspection. Once she moved in and saw what a mess it was, she blamed me and it was a source of contention between my ex and I until we ended things.
Dream - I walked over to see the house, but the people who lived there were entertaining. They were dressed up. I was not. I had a red cocktail dress on and shoes that did not match my dress. The shoes were black dress shoes. The dress was not something I would wear in real life.
One of the owners of the house was a woman. She saw us and came over with two friends and said we didn’t belong in that neighborhood. She was attractive, thin and looked like a professional. I felt offended.
I became boastful and said “really? because I used to live in this house. In fact, I paid money for it”. I then stopped myself and said “no actually I didn’t. It’s my new house that I paid money for”. I then realized that I didn’t pay money for either. In my dream, I questioned myself about why I was being boastful because I’m not a boastful person and dislike boastful people.
The woman and her friends finally became nice after I said that, and I tried to tell the woman of little nuances of the house and all of the things I had done to it, like choosing the paint colors on the walls. That was a lie because my ex chose all of the paint colors. I was doing this so the woman would really believe that I previously owned the house. I felt like I had to convince her because she wouldn’t believe me.
I had the thought that I should tell her other things I knew about the house so she would believe me, but I decided not to tell her those things. The things I thought of telling her were about the crappy living room ceiling that had to be demolished and redone, how perfectly I painted behind all of the radiators so that part of the walls looked just like the rest of the wall, and how I sprayed foam to insulate the sunroom. I did not tell her these things because I thought she wouldn’t care to hear them.
Backstory - The sunroom was a huge part of making the house a money pit. It leaked like a sieve and had no HVAC going to it. It was unusable space and ended up being torn down.
Dream - I remember seeing the street where I parked my car and had to dig it out from the snow so my poodle and I could leave. I wanted to show my wife, but think she was interacting with someone else and didn’t want to interrupt her to show her. I had a feeling she would’ve blown off my showing her that area.
As my friends and I were leaving the house and were on our way out of the neighborhood, we saw another house.
Backstory - I’ve had recurrent dreams about this house. In my recurring dreams, this house was always very scary. The energy was very evil, and there was a part of this house that I would have to go into, like the attic, and repair something that had to do with the walls or the ceiling. I used to have this dream at least once a year, but don’t recall having it for a few years now.
Dream - I went up to that house and there was an old lady sweeping. She asked what we were doing there and I told her I used to live in the neighborhood.
She recognized me as the person who used to not be nice to one of the other neighbors named Pat.
Backstory - Pat was a realtor and sold us the house. She not only didn’t disclose information about the house but we found out later that she intentionally covered up serious issues like water leaks and damage. She lived two houses away. I wasn’t kind to her.
Dream - I then started recognizing other things in the neighborhood like a dog that I used to see all of the time. I thought to myself that it looked very similar to one of the dogs my ex and I had together (in reality).
I think my friends and I were either chased out of the neighborhood or just knew that we should leave. Either way we felt unwelcomed.
We ended up at a street party
I was quickly separated from my wife. I ended up in a restaurant that was having a costume-type party. I left the restaurant to go look for my wife and passed these scuzzy looking men with homemade numchucks. They looked scary, but I knew it was probably OK to walk past them, and made sure to walk with a small group of people just to be safe. I couldn’t find my wife and was afraid we would pass each other while looking for each other, so I decided to go back to the restaurant and wait for her to find me. I knew she would be looking for me. I felt afraid because I didn’t have a cell phone and neither did my life and I didn’t know however we were going to find each other. I did not act afraid though because I try not to do that in real life.
I ended up going back to the restaurant because I thought that would be the best place for her to find me. I kept trying to ask people for help but they wouldn’t answer my question which was “where should I go to meet with my wife?” “If you got lost in Pittsburgh where would somebody go to find you?” One woman kept giving me work to do because they were so busy and we needed help.
I felt unheard because no one would answer my questions and didn’t seem to want to help me. I felt in the way of people of the people working at the restaurant. I felt helpless because I didn’t know how to find my wife.