The message in recurring dreams may be so important and/or powerful that it refuses to go away. The frequent repetition of such dreams forces you to pay attention and confront the dream. It is desperately trying to tell you something. Such dreams are often nightmarish or frightening in their content, which also helps you to take notice and pay attention to them.
Recurring dreams are quite common and are often triggered by a certain life situation, transitional phase in life or a problem that keeps coming back again and again. These dreams may recur daily, once a week, or once a month. Whatever the frequency, there is little variation in the dream content itself. Such dreams may be highlighting a personal weakness, fear, or your inability to cope with something in your life - past or present.
Anyway, this was MY house, but the living room was totally open, no roof, only half of a brick wall. Some male, familiar to me, I don’t remember who, remarked that he didn’t recall me having an open house, and I replied as I walked inside, “it is now!”
Next I was in a train riding along sitting at a table with others, and we were riding next to a 6-lane highway. We had a good view of the traffic on each side. Sitting across from me, dressed in a suit because he was going for an interview, was none other than Ray Adams. Nancy, I have no idea why Ray had a cameo in my dream last night but I find that often random people in my life do end up having minor parts in these dreamscapes. I assume that is a pretty common occurrence. I sure hope so anyway.
I was chatting with Ray, and the people sitting at the table with us. My father was in the row behind me, with a woman, most likely my mother. I believe Colin was there, and others familiar to me, as well as strangers as you would find on a train. Suddenly this blue plastic square vehicle which resembled a backhoe more than a car came from the air out of nowhere. The man driving it lost control of the vehicle and we gasped in horror as the car jumped the barrier (it did not seem to be confined my gravity) and dove into oncoming traffic. The scene was horrible, cars locked up their brakes and skidded everywhere colliding into each other. We saw the driver’s mangled body fall unceremoniously from the cab, his torso inverted as he fell from the door, one arm outstretched. We all were shocked and horrified. My father asked me if I knew the man and where he came from, but I did not know him.
Next I was back in my old Jeep, and I noticed that it had been refurbished. My new car was in the shop and this was the loaner they gave me. They had replaced the engine and the car ran really well; I was surprised.
Finally Nate came for an unexpected visit. I was in bed, the alarm woke me and he was standing next to the bed. When I got up Gryphon’s ghost was there, and Madison and Chloe wagged their tails with joy. I feared he would disappear, but when I reached out my hand to him to put my arms around him, tears running down my face, I felt fur! The same beautiful, glossy fur that had been incinerated when he was cremated. He was really there with us; he had come back from the dead to visit with his family.
I wondered how long we would have with him. And that is all I remember.
If anyone can offer any interpretation, have at it.