I dreamed this morning that the house on this property we purchased had not been included in the sale, after all. I was furious, looking at the papers and maps that showed the house’s footprint as blank on a shaded area map.
I complained to everyone. Almost everyone was sympathetic. Then I began to think. I needed a lawyer. I talked to people about lawyers. I looked up information on real estate processes. I talked to more friends, who remained outraged on my behalf.
A cold feeling had settled into my stomach at the start of the dream. As I walked in the dream world town, searching for a law office and a real estate records office, the cold feeling eased. I consulted with friends who said that what happened could not be legal. I felt better.
Then I remembered something from the real world: my real estate agent was a friend of mine. She would not have allowed me to sign bad paperwork.
In reality, my friend SOLD a house for me. She had not helped my purchase Stone Glades, where I now live. In the dream, these events combined.
I woke feeling grim and anxious, ready to continue work on this. I need a house to live in! . Then I remembered that the dream had been fiction.
The lesson I draw is that the terrible situation waned as I consulted with friends and worked to fix it. It was not pleasant but it was definitely improvement.