When I was younger (any age between 6 and 14 I think) I quite often had dreams about the same place. The place, as far as I know, doesn’t exist in real life and represents nowhere that I can think of but… roughly between these ages I must have dreamt about being at this place maybe 10 times. I was never lucid in this place and most of the time the same plot occurs.
It’s like an outdoor market square, very busy with loads of stools with canopies over them selling various stuff (the contents of which are irrelevant and unknown). Further on from this are some old, tall buildings, maybe victorian (same sort of enclosed feeling as in the large open town centre space in Half Life 2 if anyone has seen or played it) and some rounded (semi-circular) stone steps leading up to a band stand. Whether it was occupied or not escapes me, maybe it sometimes was. Further to the right of this (I can still picture it like a photo, or video tour) was a narrow street leading away from all of this. The street was slightly darker than everywhere else, due to the height of the buildings (all about 3 or 4 stories) and the width of the street making shadows cast across the road. Above the buildings in the distace a great big fairground big-wheel is on view and, although I couldn’t see it, I knew there was a fun-fair down there although my dreams always ended before I got there (I never got far down the street).
Sometimes, I think in the last few times I had the dream, there was no plot. I would just be there and look around, not lucid but thinking I’ve been here before, I know this place. In the earlier times I would start in the market square (I always started there, even later) and I would be being chased with the feeling that I was a spy or something. I would run inbetween all the market stools frantically, then get into the open, near the band stand on the steps and from there I would forget about the whole chasing shenanigans and just go towards the fun fair (I still don’t know how I knew it was there, despite the big-wheel. It was just a feeling, like when you know what’s at the end of your road because you live there!). Then, I’d wake up after going down the street.
Why would a place like that stick so vividly in my memory and reoccur in my dreams, over such a vast time scale aswell??
Not sure, but lots of people get repeated dream scenes. I know i did when I was younger of a very happy place and then a place where they were buiding a bomb to blow up the happy place But yeah I guess if you have that dream over and over agian it’s just going to seem very important to you.
well, im fairly sure about this, but then again… but i believe taht if there is a re-occuring dream-place taht there is obviously something you should be doing there/ in other words, someone, or something wants you to be there for some reason, maybes theres something you yourself wants to learn from this place. id say next time you go, dont go saying “why am i here again” but rather, “what can i learn here”
Is the place anything like a place you know irl? Sometimes in my dreams, familiar places are distorted in certain ways. They can lead into some of my favourite dreams. A recurring dream place could be good to incubate a ld in, too ?Sorry about the spelling but i’m posting from my phone
Jeorge: I did live in a victorian house when I was younger, although it was nothing like any of the buildings in the dream. I may have seen similar buildings in real life though and I have seen and been to a market, probably before these dreams occured. As to the relevance, if any, I’ve no idea.
Paul: Thanks for the input. It is possible that the dream may not mean anything at all, it just has the possibility of relevance purely because it’s happened more than once. It just makes me wonder why it happens more than once more than anything else.
Jestrodomous: I like this idea about the place having a particular purpose, although if there is something which I’m meant to do or learn at this place then it is not clear to me exactly what this is. There has never been a feeling or need to do something in particular and the dream doesn’t really seem unfulfilled when it ends. At the same time though it doesn’t seem fulfilling or enlightening in any way. I’ll keep my options open.
Siiw: The place in the dream doesn’t really seem to represent anywhere. I can say that if I had to name a similar place then it would probably be Folkestone although it would definately be a case of a not-so familiar place being heavily distorted. It is a possibility though, maybe even more so that it is a mish-mash of different places.
I’ve never been lucid whilst having this dream but the next time I am lucid I might see if I can get to this place and find some answers. Thanks for the help.
It’s strange, but I had a dream involving a market place the other day. It wasn’t victorian, but more italian/german… but there definitely was a sidestreet I didn’t go on because it was dark. And all this was semi-close to a crowded beach.
I used to have a recurring dream place, a mall. The bottom level of it had water flowing over the tiles, and witches hovering back and forth. Throughout the last year or so, other places have been introduced, without reference to each other. But everytime I wake up, when it’s appropriate, I can place each new place in reference to where another place I dreamt about was. Kind of like a blueprint to a world. Or a city. Sometimes, I do recognize the place I’m in, though I’ve never been there in real life. But I have a tendency to simply accept that I’m living that reality, and it usually doesn’t occur to me that I’m dreaming.
This happened to me the other night. I returned to a place in which I dream’t about 6 months ago. Initially, the first dream I had of this place was a very emotional one; the place made me happy. I returned the same way, as a vacation and we arrived on buses. This time my best friend was with me, when previously, the first time, my cousin was with me. Both times were emotional for me, and yes, I kind of feel tied to that place. It was even part of the dialogue as I stated to my best friend, “I’ve been here before.” Of course, he didnt believe me, which obviously made me mad and I told him not to talk to me anymore.
?Sorry about the spelling but i’m posting from my phone