I was at my old house on Edna Street, and I think this house is being resold. They were asking about whether or not the roof was a second roof on top or if it was just all shingles on top of shingles, or if the shingles removed by the new roofing went down. We walked around. I don’t know who I was with; maybe a realtor or somebody else. I am not sure why I was there because I didn’t think I owned it at the time. At one point, we had this really cool spot where the whole house lifted up on stilts so that you could get access to seeing everything underneath the house and how the house was built. We also found another spot where you could actually look at the whole roof from somewhere inside the house, as opposed to just one little spot, and it was defending a little bit of what the house was.

This dream appears to be a journey of self-discovery and introspection, with the house on Edna Street symbolizing your psyche or past self. The act of inspecting the roof and the structure of the house suggests a desire to understand the layers of your personality and experiences that have shaped you. Walking around with someone, possibly a realtor, could represent guidance or support in this self-exploratory process.

The house being resold indicates a sense of transition or change, perhaps a feeling that you're moving on from certain aspects of your past. Lifting the house on stilts to examine its foundations symbolizes a deep dive into your subconscious, seeking to understand the root causes of your emotions and behaviors. Being able to view the entire roof from inside the house might signify gaining a new perspective on your life, seeing the bigger picture, and perhaps finding clarity or resolution.

Emotionally, the dream may evoke feelings of curiosity, discovery, and a sense of uncovering hidden aspects of yourself. It could also bring a sense of empowerment as you gain a deeper understanding of your internal structure and history.

In the hushed quiet of Edna Street, I found myself standing before my old house, its familiar facade stirring memories long forgotten. The house, now a stranger's domain, was being prepped for a new chapter, and I was there to unveil its secrets. A realtor, clipboard in hand, accompanied me, her heels clicking against the worn path as we circled the property.

The roof, a mystery even to me, was our first order of business. We speculated whether it was a second roof layered atop the first or if it was a mere facade of shingles, a deceptive blanket hiding God knows what. Our voices echoed as we walked, the crunch of gravel beneath our feet the only other sound in the still afternoon.

Suddenly, the realtor pointed to an unexpected sight: the house, perched on stilts, lifted slightly off the ground. It was like a revelation, a hidden feature I'd never noticed. We ducked beneath the elevated frame, our footsteps echoing in the hollow space beneath. The structure's bones were laid bare, a complex web of wood and memory. I reached out, tracing the beams, feeling the house's pulse.

Further exploration led us to a hidden vantage point inside. A small, forgotten window offered a panoramic view of the roof, its tiles stretching out like a shingled sea. The realtor gasped, her reflection in the glass a ghostly companion to mine. We stood there, silent, taking in the House's secrets, our breaths misting the glass. In that moment, Edna Street was quiet, the house was ours, and time stood still.