Dream of the Week: Strawberry House on Pool Boulevard

I’m outside in the middle of a random field, and I notice that things seem just a little bit strange. This odd confusion sparks lucidity, and I realize that I’m dreaming. Excited to be lucid again tonight, I decide that I want to turn myself into a tree. I wish to change from me to tree, but it doesn’t work. I fly in the air and talk about becoming a tree in a sing-song way, intent on making it happen.

It occurs to me that I might be going about it all wrong and that it’s just a quick switch. I should experience the process where parts of me transition first, and I will more slowly and more intentionally. I imagine branches flowing from my fingers, and they begin to grow. My arms and hands and body all transform to small branches and roots before I am fully shifted into a tree. I’m delighted!

Still floating in the air, I fly up as fast as I can, slowly shifting back into human form. I break through a kind barrier and enter a whimsical, colorful wonderland similar to something like Whoville. The homes are closely packed together along a mountainside with amazing colors and perfect little lawns. Each home has a large beautiful blue swimming pool taking up most of the yard. They are all situated along a swimming pool boulevard that connects the town.

People are “commuting” down the main thoroughfare by lying on their backs in swimsuits, letting the current take them down the mountain. I fly down to “my” home, a giant luxurious strawberry with a pool inside and outside. I swim in and out of the pool, splashing in the water and feeling the utmost joy.

I settle on the edge of the indoor pool, looking out onto this amazing town, wishing I could come back here often. I consider the pool, the creativity, the color, and have nothing but fondness and love for this little spot I’ve created. This is what the wealth and abundance has created for me, and I couldn’t be happier. I understand that this is the best place for me, and I’m overjoyed.

I continue to look around and take in the scene, noticing a white dome at the very top of the city. I think that must be where the richest of the rich live or maybe even the overseers of this town. Out of curiosity, I want to see what I might discover up there, so I decide to fly up and check it out. I pause for a moment, thanking myself for this little spot and hoping I’ll get to come back.

The dream fades. 🍓

ProTip: It’s possible to “re-enter” a dream experience through quiet and focused visualization exercises while awake. Imagine you are back there and let new experiences unfold.

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