Dream About Chaotic House And Rebuilding Community

A lot of emotions throughout this dream. It started in a big beautiful house with someone I had actually once dated. We will call him B. The house was cluttered, chaotic, and filled with tons of stuff we had collected but didn’t need. It was him, my daughter, and myself in this house. Fights were consistent and plenty, especially regarding his infidelity. Often with me sleeping downstairs watching movies on the couch alone. As we progressed through the dream, it seemed more and more people living in our home with us, the clutter continuing to grow. One night, a man who we knew was dangerous but it was because he wasn’t getting help for his hallucinations broke in. B and I were upstairs arguing at the time when we heard the break in. Peering over the railing we saw him rocking in our recliner with a hunting rifle. I can’t remember the conversation well but I do recall being able to talk him out of shorting us: letting him know we weren’t enemies and he could stay if he needed to. The scene then cuts to me dropping B off at the woman’s house he was cheating on me with, saying I was finally done with his lying; even if it meant losing everything we’d built and gone through together. He storms off angrily. The scene then become me viewing the lives of those around me in this neighborhood where my house was. A lot of suffering, but compassion . It was a cold, unforgiving winter. It showed an alley, an old woman haggering trying to find shelter from the winter storm. A young homeless woman came out of her igloo like shelter the size of maybe a refrigerator and said, “please come in and warm up.” The old woman responded weakly with “I don’t want to take your shelter” but hobbled inside; snow sticking to all parts of both of them now. They both crawled in to warm up. I felt so much sadness from my point of view, but relief and companionship from them. The scene then showed a boy seemingly stuck in this wall labrynth, knowing he had been buried there and forgotten by his parents. However during this, much of the town was out looking for him already. Then the scene went back to my house; which was now but a skeleton of what it once was. It was as if it had just barely started the construction of it: wiring jutting out everywhere, unfinished walls but no windows, and everything was gone or had been taken. My daughter was happily playing with dolls around the house. I thought it was just her and I. Then I went upstairs to see an old friend sitting and grumpily working on some of the wiring. I can’t remember all conversation but he said “this is the least I can do for all the money you lent me that I’m sorry, I’ll never be able to pay back” I said “please don’t worry, I’m truly just happy you’re here and any help is appreciated.” I tried to talk him further but didn’t get much out him. Emotionally the space felt so cold, empty, and defeated. I walked into a really worn down looking room to a cat who was skin and bones, most likely starving. He was tentative but came towards me as I offered him some food and loving pets. I called him Skinny Bones I think. Then I kept walking through the house and as I walked through each room; things started to change. More people were showing up, similar to before, but instead of being clutter and chaos, each person was fixing something they knew how to work on. Even as small as re-building Lego sets that had been smashed with my daughter. The house was becoming warmer and the feeling of joy, awe, surprise in the community, and appreciation was very strong. Unfortunately then the alarm interrupted my dream.