How Sleeping On It Can Make a Dream Come True

A number of you have emailed me to ask what the deal is with the house that you see at the top of my emails. This is where I am grateful to live. And I tell you, it was nothing short of magic that got me here. In fact, it was a dream I had whilst asleep one night, that led me effortlessly to my new front door. Imagine that! I mean, have you ever wondered how many hours we waste just trying to use our head to figure out the solutions to our problems? I used to live like that all the time before I learned to orientate myself more via intuition. But it was only when I trained in working with dreams, that life took even  more magical turns, and manifesting a new home became much more of a cool adventure.

When our landlord served us notice so that he could move back in himself, it was coming up to the Christmas period. Many said it was the worst time for us to be looking for a new place, and that nothing would come on the agents’ lists at that time. All I knew was if I had to move, I wanted another magical space I would love to live in. With time ticking, I decided to put a question about it to my dreams before falling asleep. I knew that villagers in remote tribal communities put questions to their dreams every night. Their experience was that while they slept, their soul went off scouting the possible future to bring back information that would be of use, such as where the hunting would be good the next day, and other practical matters. So, out of curiosity, I asked away.

“What do I need to know about the location of our new home?”

That night I dreamt of a strange and huge, towering blue ‘’thing’’ – a shape that stood in a clearing of sorts, with slender trees surrounding it from behind and to the sides. The “thing’’ had four turret-like shapes protruding from the top. I felt it was a house. I had the sense of ‘’home is where the heart is”. Upon waking, Paul Young’s 80’s hit was playing in my head: “wherever I lay my hat, that’s my home”.

Writing it up in my dream journal, I was baffled.

Within a couple of days a house was advertised but I was not interested in it. I had my heart set on staying in the area we currently lived in, and this other place was twenty minutes away on the edge of a small town I thought I didn’t much care for. Looking at the photo of the lounge though, I had a strange sense of deja vu about it, but no idea why. With my curiosity pricked, I decided to drive round and take a look at the outside, even though the advert said internal viewings would not be for another week.

No sooner had I pulled up than I saw the house matched my dream. I tried to resist it. Yet there really was no denying it. It was blue and huge and not your average home. Nestled in the trees, its multiple levels had uneven rooflines, echoing the disrupted roofline caused by the turrets on the “house”’ in the dream. I stood and gawped. A chorus of kookaburras rang out as a dragonfly hovered close to my face. Then, an enormous orange butterfly fluttered past, and seconds later, a large lizard showed itself. A magical space I would love to live in! My skin pulled into goose-bumps. I had special connections with all four of these creatures in my life. All the signs pointed to this being the house in the dream. Yet still I resisted because I wanted to stay in the area I had lived in for the past three years.

One week later, something very weird happened.

Flicking through a stockpile of old journals as part of a decluttering exercise, I made an astonishing discovery. There, scribbled on one of the pages I happened to pause on, was the address for the blue house I had just visited! The journal was dated five years prior. The notes showed that I had considered viewing the house at the time. We had just moved to the state and were looking for a place to live. Though I recalled I hadn’t inspected it in the end, my eyes goggled to read it now. The déjà vu I’d had days ago with the photo of the lounge now started to make sense. At the same time, I shook my head in disbelief. What were the odds of me spying this in the journal? Something within told me this was the house we were meant to move into now. And that perhaps we had always been coming to this point!

Grace flowed the next day when I was permitted access inside the house hours before the main showing was to take place. I fell in love with it and all prior reservations fell away. It was both an entertainer’s paradise and a hideaway retreat. There was a space for my husband’s art studio, a room from which I could skype or see clients in person, magnificent and expansive views across to the ocean, and so much more, including a backyard with two extraordinary sandstone rocks emitting an ancient power and energy that thrilled me. (here, a photo of one of them)

Biting the bullet, I told the agent about my dream and about the journal. In amazement at the magic of it all, she went against protocol and offered me the tenancy on the spot.

As I drove away, I had to laugh at the street sign. You clever dream! Clever indeed. Revealed in the wording, was the biggest clue that the dream itself had provided about the location of this house, albeit via the dream’s coded language. Later on, as I looked up the origins of that word in the English language, I got further clues as to why life had laid on this new abode for us and why we were coming here. Even more amazing, was my discovery that the name of my town meant “Place of Sleep” in the local aboriginal language.

My dream was right – home is where the heart is, and wherever we lay our hat. It’s not a rigid location. We’ve been living here a few months now and are enamoured. The very close encounters with possums, snakes, red fox and black-tailed swamp wallaby – as well as conversations with the two rocks that protect us – have been beyond magical so far. But perhaps the most tingling event to date took place as I stood on the top deck by the treetops, a few days after moving in. Looking up at just the right moment, I saw an eagle as it circled three or four times above me…checking me out, welcoming me, I was sure.

And so, what with that and our amazing views, the name of our new home was coined.

Dreams, it has turned out for me, are something my ego cannot fudge, and something I can depend upon. And I can tell you, those tribal villagers that consult their dreams every night – they’re really onto something. Sleeping on it connects you to everything through all space and time. Now that’s being openhearted! Try it for yourself, and see!

What about you? How open are you to receiving valuable information from your dreams at night? Do you have a magical story to share about a dream that contained valuable information for your waking life, which you then actioned? What challenges do you have with dreams? Would you be interested in learning more from me on how to harness the power of your dreaming self? (I plan to offer a course in the near future so would love to hear from you if there is interest in the topic).
As always, I would love to hear from you.

I’ll be out by the rocks. And if it’s night-time, I will be up on my rooftop bar…stargazing 😉

I look forward to writing back

With love, Caroline x