I’ve been having dreams of discovery: an underground barn on our property that we didn’t know about until a neighbor came by asking to lease some space. Once he asked, I could see the windows lining the bank, and I walked inside to a long finished barn with a milking parlor and tie stalls. “Edge!” I said, “I can’t believe we didn’t know about this when we bought the property. I can’t believe the guy who sold it to us didn’t know about it!”
And last night, too, another dream in the same realm–this time we were in the barn that Edge built, waiting for the shearer to come for the sheep. The building changed as the dream went on, and we found a basement that we hadn’t known about filled with recreational supplies–flippers and bikes–plus a bathroom, a commercial kitchen with four or five stoves, a living room with couches and cots to sleep on. Friends and family were there hanging out, and our neighbor came over and said she and her son used to come here and spend the day. There was a second floor, too, that was more finished, and I felt the same amazement–“Edge, I can’t believe we didn’t know about this before!”
In waking life, I haven’t found an old barn or outbuilding, but I’m beginning to wonder what is here that we don’t know about yet. We are in the process of designing a multi-purpose barn, so perhaps my own desires propel these dreams, but I think there’s more too it than that. I’ve had too many dreams that manifest in waking life to ignore the power of their messages. So I’m opening even more to let the discovery in. What is it that is waiting to present itself to us, or waiting for us to stumble upon it?