I try not to write my dreams on Facebook as much anymore. My brother finds it creepy and lords know he would never read this. I often dream I’m in other people’s houses. Wherever it is, I’ve quickly gotten accustomed to my surroundings and am able to navigate easily. I never have any guilt or feel it’s wrong to be there but always feel deeply ashamed when I’m caught.
Desi was listening to me explain the dream and commented on how strange it was. “Why would you be in someone else’s house?” I was fumbling through an explanation when my husband interrupted me. “Because it’d be awesome. You’d get to see people’s stuff.” Exactly. Funny how you don’t know you have something strange in common with your spouse. If it wasn’t illegal and socially unacceptable, I’d totally go into people’s houses.
I believe there was a character in a Douglas Coupland book who did that, for years. She felt herself to be very sly. When she was finally caught, it was explained that everyone knew she wandered into houses and everyone in the community hated it.
Like the North Pond Hermit - from a distance, on NPR, it can sound quaint. But in reality, people wanted to shoot him and put a lot of time / energy into catching him.