I had a dream in which, instead of renting a house or staying in a hotel, I was painting a house all white on the inside. The house is mine in the dream, and even though it’s small and the yard is tiny, I feel happy. When I woke up, I wondered why I was painting it white–that seemed boring.
Before going to bed, I was reading Robert Bosnak’s A LIttle Course in Dreams, just enjoying a book I’ve read several times before. In it, he talks about the stages of alchemy: the nigredo, or blackening, associated with darkness, chaos and rot; the albedo, or whitening, associated with silver, purification and the moon; and the rubedo, or reddening, associated with the sun and flowering.
It occurred to me that maybe the dream is telling me that my nigredo is over. Perhaps I’m purifying my house, like I did with my real life house to get rid of the smoke-yellowed paint. Perhaps I’m gessoing my new creative house, making the canvas ready for the next phase of work.