I dreamed last night that I was looking at a new house. It was a nice house – a large one. Large enough for all of the family to be comfortable. I remember it being bright and sunny. While I was in the house looking around, Sandy and Sue Kidd drove up in the driveway. It seems that they were moving into the area and were looking for a new house too. We walked through the house together, noting the various things we liked about it. I followed Sue to the other side of the house, to a door I had not seen before. She pushed it open and we both walked in. It was a medium-sized room with light-colored paneling and bookshelves. There were a couple of windows looking out over the yard. Our eyes lit up. This would be the perfect writer’s study! “I can’t believe I didn’t see this when I walked through the house before!” I told her. She sat down in a desk chair and I sat on a cushy leather chair. “It’s perfect! So much potential!” I said. She looked a little dreamy and said, “It’s virgogio.” I had no clue what that meant. She must have seen the question in my eyes because she then said, “Dreamlike.” I got up to look around more closely. I wanted this room! I could picture what it would look like with my stuff in it, how much I would love spending time there. I noticed another door. Through it was a small hallway, a bathroom, and a bedroom. A suite of my own! A place of my own! I didn’t know if I could ever afford the house or if they would decide to buy it first, but this was a place I wanted to call home.
I stirred from my sleep just enough to grab a pen and paper and write the words ‘virgogio’ and ‘dreamlike.’ I cannot find the first word anywhere – don’t even know that it is a real word or if it is if I transcribed it correctly in my sleep. I didn’t even remember writing the second word down until I saw it this morning.
Yes, the Sue Kidd in my dream is Sue Monk Kidd, the author. While I did not know her well in my growing up/college days, our paths did cross several times. Her husband, Sandy, was my college chaplain and my very best Siggy ever. If I were to name the five most influential people in my life (outside of family), he would make the list. And of course I did see them both last week and I have been reading her latest release, Firstlight.
Okay, Jungian thinkers out there. What is this about? I know that a house is archetypal for the self, but beyond that I’m not sure. And what about this apparently made up word that meant enough that I rolled over in my sleep, fumbled for pen and paper, and wrote it down? While I’ve thought about recording dreams in the night before, I’ve never actually done it.
And by the way, if you happen to run across that house, please let me know. I really do want it!