Okay, let me tell you about this weird phase I went through, having these dreams about occupied Airbnbs. It wasn’t just once, it happened a few times over a couple of months.
The First Time It Happened
So, I remember the first dream vividly. I’d booked this really nice-looking Airbnb online, you know, the pictures looked great. In the dream, I finally get there after a long trip, key in hand, ready to just crash. I open the door, and boom. It’s not empty. There are people inside, like a whole family, just living there. Clothes everywhere, dishes in the sink, kids running around. They look at me like I’m the one who’s crazy.
That feeling was awful. Like, pure confusion mixed with annoyance and this weird sense of being displaced. I woke up feeling genuinely stressed out, like I’d actually just had that confrontation.
Trying to Figure It Out
After the second or third time this kind of dream popped up, I started thinking, okay, what’s my brain trying to tell me here? I didn’t jump straight to dream dictionaries or anything. First, I just sat with the feeling. What did “occupied Airbnb” feel like in the dream?
- Feeling unwelcome: Like I didn’t belong where I thought I should be.
- Unexpected problems: Showing up expecting one thing and getting something totally different, and messy.
- Lack of control: The situation was totally out of my hands.
- Boundary issues: People being in my space, where they weren’t supposed to be.
I started connecting it to what was going on in my life at the time. Was I feeling like my personal space was being invaded in some way? Maybe at work, or even at home? Was I dealing with unexpected issues cropping up in projects or relationships that made me feel like things weren’t going according to plan?
My Personal Takeaway
For me, I realised it kind of lined up with a period where I felt a bit overwhelmed. I had taken on a few too many commitments, and it felt like other people’s problems or demands were suddenly “occupying” my time and energy – the space I thought was mine to relax or focus in. It wasn’t really about travel or actual Airbnbs at all.
It was more symbolic. The Airbnb represented a space I thought I had secured for myself, a place for rest or focus. Finding it “occupied” was like my subconscious pointing out that I wasn’t really getting that space in my waking life, that external factors or maybe my own lack of boundaries were letting things spill over.
It was a good reminder, actually. After thinking it through like this, I consciously tried to carve out more personal time and be a bit firmer about my own boundaries. The dreams eventually stopped. So yeah, that was my little journey figuring out the whole “occupied Airbnb” dream thing. Just my own experience, maybe it resonates, maybe not. Dreams are weird like that, highly personal usually.
