In my dream I return to my 20 year rental home. A large older man lives there now. He is a painter. Lots of canvases around. He paints "in the style of" paintings. He imitates famous painters. He has a book he follows. He talks to me in a foreign language and I don't understand a word.
Outside, I see that the septic system is leaking. It is raining. I get in my car to drive off. The man hands me some old postcards and letters from the old country through the car window. His son stands nearby to make sure he doesn't give away anything valuable. The man gets in my car, I back out of the driveway, but I stop across the street.
Earlier, I see that my neighbor has removed his little house and is building a new house on the footprint. There is a big hole in the ground with no construction started yet except a poured concrete floor.
Interpretation: Houses are often the containers of our souls. I tend to interpret the male figure in dreams in a Jungian manner. He is the masculine part of myself. The Animus. The assertive part of me. So is this older man the painter in me that needs to be assertive. But why does he speak a foreign language? The septic leakage might mean that there is something I need to tend to, within myself, that is (psychicly) leaking. The new house might mean I am building a new me. The older man's son may be the masculine part of me from the past, who was not as mature and had some fears about giving. But since the older man gets in the car with me I think this means he is the one I am now "going with." The fearless painter, the giving person. The assertive companion on my journey. Feel free to throw in your thoughts.
Photos: butterflies from earlier this fall.