A dream I had a few nights ago.

[Telltolin]

A few nights ago, I had a dream unlike any I've had before. I don't keep a dream journal, not yet, anyway, so some of the details are sketchy. I remember this much, however: I walked to my old house with my dog, it's not very far, but it was farther in the dream and also happened to look radically different, but I knew it was my house. I'm not entirely sure if my dog being with me is a necessary detail, but it stands out in my memory. Once I had arrived at my house, I opened the black rod iron gate and went through the double doors and into the main room. The walls were white, and there were many bookcases. I remember looking at some of the books. I feel that these details are pale in comparison to one. As soon as I entered the house, I felt a joy unrivaled by anything I've ever felt, waking or not. Not a jump around and clap your hands sort of joy, mind you, but a silent, true happiness, at peace with the world, I suppose. I had never felt any emotion in a dream before, not even fear. Onto more details of the dream and less of my joy. I walked into the bedroom that I assume was mine, and sat on the bed. It was cool in that room. For the first time ever, I sensed something in a dream. I wasted no time, and left through the back sliding door into the garden. It was slightly overgrown, but it was fragrant, and cool there as well. I walked around in the garden some, but besides that, I can remember nothing else. Usually if I think hard enough, I can interpret my dreams to mean something negative, but in this one, I can think of nothing. It's a little strange, and it's what got me interested in lucid dreaming and this forum in the first place. I wonder what it could mean?

[Burned up]

A few nights ago, I had a dream unlike any I've had before. I don't keep a dream journal, not yet, anyway, so some of the details are sketchy. I remember this much, however: I walked to my old house with my dog, it's not very far, but it was farther in the dream and also happened to look radically different, but I knew it was my house. I'm not entirely sure if my dog being with me is a necessary detail, but it stands out in my memory. Once I had arrived at my house, I opened the black rod iron gate and went through the double doors and into the main room. The walls were white, and there were many bookcases. I remember looking at some of the books. I feel that these details are pale in comparison to one. As soon as I entered the house, I felt a joy unrivaled by anything I've ever felt, waking or not. Not a jump around and clap your hands sort of joy, mind you, but a silent, true happiness, at peace with the world, I suppose. I had never felt any emotion in a dream before, not even fear. Onto more details of the dream and less of my joy. I walked into the bedroom that I assume was mine, and sat on the bed. It was cool in that room. For the first time ever, I sensed something in a dream. I wasted no time, and left through the back sliding door into the garden. It was slightly overgrown, but it was fragrant, and cool there as well. I walked around in the garden some, but besides that, I can remember nothing else. Usually if I think hard enough, I can interpret my dreams to mean something negative, but in this one, I can think of nothing. It's a little strange, and it's what got me interested in lucid dreaming and this forum in the first place. I wonder what it could mean? Can't advise on any lucid aspects. But I believe that when we wander around somewhere in our dreams, we're wandering around our unconscious. A house is a particular "zone" of our unconscious, if you like, with each room being a different expression of our self. So this "zone" felt good. That's reassuring isn't it? Dreams certainly don't have to be negative, although I agree their implications can often challenging. The garden sounds like it was lush, fragrant and fertile. Does that resonate with any part of you?

[Telltolin]

The garden sounds like it was lush, fragrant and fertile. Does that resonate with any part of you? No, not really.

[Burned up]

No, not really. One way to analyse the scene would be to use dream dictionaries (there are plenty on the web) but the meaning will ultimately have to be your own. Dreams do not follow any set code.