What does dreaming of ex-wives and community housing mean?

I’m writing this on Wednesday night the 3rd of September 2025. All of what I have in my notes is unusually brief: 

Dream from Sunday AM
Me Gwen Kristina tour Orca Landing which is now Star/Sky
Sunday 8 June 2025

That’s it. What I do recall is the dream being intense and socially complex. It felt real, and dreams feeling real have an intensity about them. Yet I can tell the experience was a fantasy dream because two different locations were one single place. Within the dream, and in this “real” everyday life, however, we three are all divorced from each other, remain friends, and each one of us has married again to someone else. In this strange dream, however, we functioned as a triad to the point we walked side by side with me in the center.

Gwen and I once lived together in Orca Landing, an urban cooperative household as intentional community or UCH-IC, for many years. Then we lived in Dragonfly, another UCH-IC, for a few years with Kristina, then Kristina and I lived in Dragonfly even longer. Gwen eventually joined Star Community and helped develop Sky House. That’s the mundane tho drama-rich historical reality.

I also recall Sunday the 8th of June is the same day Faithlyn, my current wife, and I drove east into the Cascades for a dayhike in the Alpine Lakes Wilderness. The day was bright, sunny, and hot, up in the 80s in the mountains and 90° down in Seattle and the Salish lowlands. As I have struggled with a Dysautonomia Complex in recent years, I had to be careful not to develop dyspnea with exercise-induced brachioconstriction leading to syncope and loss of consciousness. Falls were bad. I’ve smashed my face, cracked bones, and punched a tiny hole thru the right-eye lenses of my eyeglasses in my falls. Such full-syncope falls were few but traumatic, and for a time experienced near-daily episodes of near-syncope. Had gotten better at managing my condition and was getting stronger.

So I did well on this hike. Felt so proud. Relieved, actually. Used to be such a Superman in the Wilderness. The dysautonomia, however, made me sensitive to high temperatures and maybe altitude. Didn’t know such at the time. On the way down the mountain while stopping in a scenic town, my body unexpectedly and quickly developed heat exhaustion with tachycardia. So out of it the rest of the afternoon and evening couldn’t write down the rest of my dream. Ironically had shared my dream with Faithlyn earlier in the day. We discussed it. What does this dream mean? It seemed set in the past, but also in the future, but felt more of coexisting upon an alternative timeline. My wife thought my dream was interesting, maybe a longing in me for truly intentional community and family. Perhaps a subconscious effort to reconcile my fractured past? To heal any old, buried regrets? I don’t know. She denied any jealousy as, hey, it was just a dream, and chuckled. In everyday life Faithlyn and I grooved together with ease. We’re tight. Within this dream, however, she wasn’t anywhere. Again, I do not know. Perhaps if I simply relax, the meaning would reveal itself later.

In this dream my exes Gwen and Kristina were with me touring Orca Landing Community in North Seattle. Again, Faithlyn was not in the dream. Everyone appeared as they currently do today in 2025, but there weren’t any of our children in the dream. No one else, either. There was the sensation or the feeling of other people in the background, but none of them were visible or audible. Whoever they were felt both familiar and distant. 

Gwen, Kristina, and I marched together thru the property as if we were still a polyamorous triad from earlier in this century. Neither Yellow Dragonfly House nor the Maple Leaf Cottage/West Dragonfly and the Kat-Bark Zeb-Elf Barn/East Dragonfly were in the dream either. Just the Orca Landing House on N. 96th Street in the Greenwood neighborhood in the northern end of Seattle. At its height Orca Landing was three side-by-side houses. Most of the time, however, Orca Landing was one core home. In this dream it was just one house. The three of us in the dream, however, had a long series of deep, heartfelt conversations as well as lighthearted, jovial, and humorous chattiness. Unfortunately, while I do recall the tone and ambience, I do not remember whatever we talked about or for during this dream encounter.

We were scoping out Orca Landing as a possible place to move into and rebuild community. The scene then morphed into Star Community’s Sky House. In mundane reality Star Community was a loose confederation of rural and urban cooperatives in Western Washington based upon Tamera Ecovillage and its Terra Nova project, both based in southern Portugal. Sky House is down in Skyway, an unincorporated neighborhood in the south end of King County just beyond the southern boundaries of City of Seattle. Both ICs were at opposite ends of a long, skinny city. 

Unruffled, the three of us roamed about the property in lockstep, surveying, asking questions, and evaluating the place as a possibility. It seems my mind replaced Orca Landing with Sky House but in they also shared the same location in the dream. The two main houses were very different from each other, yet their architecture connected together in a seemingly woven way. We noticed it and considered it perfectly normal. We had the best of both worlds. 

There was an undercurrent of erotic energy, but it didn’t feel pronounced. If anything it was a mild, electric energy flowing between and among the three of us. This did not, however, drive the dream nor lead to any erotic activity. In fact the primary feeling of the dream was the three of us were quite businesslike in a serious, almost formal approach. It was as if were being shown real estate properties by a serious realtor. We three were so matter of fact in this dream I recall our dream behavior with amusement. 

The absence of my current wife Faithlyn in this dream did bother me a little bit. Guilt, yes, was guilt, altho I also felt silly feeling guilty about characters in a dream as those characters often represent not those individuals in “real life” but aspects of one’s self. Nor were Gwen’s current husband Carol or Kristina’s Brandon in this dream. Despite or regardless of our dream-awareness of our mild, underlying erotic energy, there was not any effort or spoken intention with this dream by anyone for me, Gwen, and Kristina to actually reunite as a triad. We acted as if were were already a unit by default, but we were on a mission and behaved professionally in public. 

The dream was far more about the three of us middle-aged people and those two urban intentional communities. I woke up Sunday morning as I had to go pee. Had to prep for the dayhike up in the mountains, too. Wondered what the dream meant. Such a strange dream. And what kept me remembering it at all? Last night, for example, I had multiple dreams. All I can recall are flashes of this and that in bits and pieces, the memory of having dreamed several dreams. Unable to recall anything further. So what did and what does this dream from over five months ago mean? What does it mean to dream a dream where I explore a past and a current property with two ex-wives but without our current spouses or our children? What is the deeper psychospiritual connection, if any? Or were the three of us nothing more than subconscious aspects of my inner self playing out a struggle to reconcile and integrate some buried psychospiritual issue?

This particular dream did not feel at all prophetic. I’ve noticed my prophetic dreams tend to be lucid and within fully realistic surroundings. There weren’t, for example, any fantastical events or fusion of buildings from different geographical locations and time periods in such dreams. Ahhh, life. We the living build the most tangled webs of both inner and outer relationships as we kayak the whitewater of life.

William Dudley Bass
Sunday 8 April 2025
Wednesday 3 September 2025
Revised Thursday 4 September 2025
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