I was standing by an open window on the top floor of a large red brick building.  There was no glass in the window, and it was as though the building was in the process of construction or destruction.  As I looked across a courtyard of some kind, I saw the chimney on the wall across from me began to crumble and fall apart.  Piece by piece I watched the bricks fall to the ground and the mortar between the bricks turn to dust.  The floor beneath my feet began to shake slightly….

And then I woke up.  I wasn’t the least bit scared.  I could vividly recall my dream and even tonight, a couple of days later, the dream is still in my mind in colorful detail.  As is usual for me, when a dream is that vivid, I get on line, out of curiosity, just to see just how this might be interpreted.

To dream of a building collapsing represents feeling that a situation in your life is coming to an end on it’s own. A situation is “falling apart.” An unstoppable loss. It may also reflect feelings about the ending of a situation being inevitable. How high you are in the building indicates a rising level of understanding, awareness or success.

Well, the word “success” always piques my interest, but I think I like the words understanding and awareness even better.  As a young woman, I don’t think I had a true awareness of my own potential, I was afraid of everything and dependent on others for my happiness.  I very seldom stepped out on my own to say or do anything I believed in.  Aging, for me, has been a blessing as I become more aware of who I am and my place in the universe.  And one way or another, things are changing.  Perhaps not the way I envisioned, but there’s nothing I can do at this point.  It is truly unstoppable.

To dream of seeing a building collapse represents outdated ideas, perspectives, or situations. Ideas or beliefs that are no longer powerful. An accumulation of pressure, stress, or opposition that’s too much to continue with certain situations or beliefs.

There are certainly places and situations in my life where pressure of one type or another has become too much.  As I’ve grown as a person, my ideas and perspectives have changed drastically, I think for the better, perhaps not outdated, but needing refreshing, and those ideas have changed my trajectory, perhaps taking me to places that don’t have the same type of stressors. I don’t think my dream was foreshadowing of things yet to come, but things that are already in process.  Perhaps my lack of fear came from the realization that this change in me is where I’m supposed to be.

Some of you may not believe in this whole dream interpretation thing, but I like to think that God has a way of speaking to us in our dreams, and IF we’re paying attention, we can learn things about ourselves and perhaps where He sees our path going.  God spoke to many people through dreams in the Bible, the good, the bad and the ugly, and even provided those who could interpret dreams.  Why wouldn’t it be possible for God to still speak to us in our dreams?

A crumbling building.  Maybe it was just something I ate like Ebeneezer Scrooge or something I saw on TV somewhere and my subconscious just brought it forward for some arbitrary reason.  Or maybe it was something God wanted me to know; that the crumbling building is ok, that I’m at a level in my life where I can handle it and that things are going to move forward.  Successfully.  It’s reassuring to know that no matter what is happening in and around our lives, God. Is. In. Control.

Sweet dreams my friends.