I was asleep in an old house that I dream of often (always my house in the dream) and it was storming outside. I woke up to a leaking ceiling in the bedroom. It was leaking in several places. I went downstairs to get some pans to put under the leaks only to find leaks everywhere. I didn’t have enough pans to put under all of them, and those I did have pans for filled up quickly. It was like it was raining inside there were so many leaks. The ceiling in one place had begun to buckle from the water.
The next morning I knew I had to go into the attic to see the damage from the place the ceiling was buckling and didn’t want to, I was always afraid of the attic. Before I went, I noticed that the water had burst through and the insulation was scattered on the floor. There was a padlock on the attic door and I opened it to see a little room with a small desk and other things and wondered why I had been so afraid of it.
Some people came to help me and I told them if we could get a tarp and tack it up so that it wouldn’t leak anymore that would be fine, because I really had no way to fix this. I was feeling pretty hopeless. The house was pretty much unlivable and yet I knew I had nowhere else to go.
The next thing I knew, the house was fixed. It was beautiful with hardwood floors and new paint and no damage at all. It had rooms with large, open spaces and a beautiful view – the view was even different from the original house.