I dreamed that I was living in a house, seemingly with my parents, and had taken over the basement area with much of my possessions, haphazardly piled up. Much of it was media – books, movies, computer software, but I had no accounting of what all was in there and was unable to access much of it due to its general state of disarray.
Then somehow, suddenly, a project was embarked upon to finally organize all my clutter once and for all. When it was done, I realized I had an impressive and interesting library of books that I had completely forgotten I had, including much classic literature, several complete sets of pulp sci-fi series, and most impressively, a beautiful old leather-bound 16-volume set of the complete mathematical writings of Pierre de Fermat.
People like to try to interpret dreams, to read some insight about their lives into them. There’s a lot of mumbo-jumbo in that, but I think it makes perfect sense that dreams can bring things out of your subconscious, things you may have been considering but ignoring or pushing back behind more immediate concerns, and put them in front of you for you to examine.
In this case, I think there’s a lesson in here. This basement represents my mind, my life, my work, my habits. I’ve become disorganized, cluttered, and undisciplined, and because of this, I am operating intellectually and creatively far below my potential. There are some real treasures buried in my head, but to get to them, I have to clean up and sort myself out.