After a short trip in a mesmerizing botanical garden, which inspired my old dream of having a house full of plants, I started drawing my wooden dream house full of palms, strelitzias, other giant plants. That night, after spending an hour drawing my house, I dreamed that we just bought and moved to a wonderful countryside house full of vases of jungle plants. When night came, someone rang the door and when I opened there were a group of aggressive thefts trying to get into the house.
Suddenly, another plot interrupted the dream ( the plot with thefts vanished away): It's the day time and I am talking with neighbors who ask me: ''Why did you move here?? it's the most dangerous district!'' I remember myself talking with a boyfriend: we made such a huge mistake: we finally got our dream house but it's now in the most dangerous place and we will now live with the fear. It's like holding the treasure in your arms, at the same time fearing that someone can steal it from you.
The good news that we're not planning to buy such a house in near future, otherwise I'd be really frightened about the dream and its meaning:)