dreamy: or possibly, delusions of grandeur

I don't really believe that my dreams say anything particularly insightful about me. I like dreams. I've had some wonderfully strange ones, and David's always sound like action movie plots ("OK, so we were stealing this secret spy scuba gear, right..."). But when you get right down to it, dreams always seem evanescent, substance-free; what my brain does when I'm not looking doesn't seem meaningful in any real way.

That said, I've had a few interesting dreams. I've had dreams that came true in uninteresting ways, dreams where I woke up and said, "yeah, I would TOTALLY have done that," dreams that made me laugh, that sort of thing. But what about the recurring kind? I've never dreamed about flying or falling or showing up to school naked, so I sort of wrote all of those off and never thought about it again. But last night, I had another in a series of dreams that I just realized I've been having all my life. Every so often, I will dream that the place I am currently living has a bunch of space I never noticed. Sometimes it's a room, sometimes a whole wing. Usually, in the dream, I'm thinking, "hey, cool! I wonder why I never noticed this? We could do *anything* here!"

So, any guesses? Are recurrent dreams more significant than normal ones? And what does it mean that all my life, I've dreamt that my house has more rooms than it does in reality?