Morning of April 7, 2015. Tuesday.

I am yet again in the apparently fictional house that has recurred for a few years now. (However, my wife has said that features of it remind her of a place she used to live that I have never seen.) It is the house with the long strange narrow pipe that goes from a bathroom (seemingly on the second floor in some dreams) down to what seems like some sort of unrealistically large utility room.

In this dream, there is a recess in the floor between the ends of about two sets of three or four floorboards on the second storey. This recess is unrealistically filled with dirt at least several inches deep. My wife's oldest sister is in the house and watching me dig through the dirt with my hands. I attempt to mentally create some sort of atmosphere of treasure-seeking as she seems somewhat doubtful. Eventually, I find what turns out to seemingly be an Australian penny (no longer in use even though prices would indicate otherwise - something I have always found bizarre - the idea of "theoretical money", especially when not accurate, being one of the strangest concepts I have ever encountered in reality). However, I eventually see that I am holding a large twenty-cent coin (Australian). It is also magnified to several times the size (by assumed perspective only). I talk about this to her for a short time. The coin's head side is different than anything I have ever seen - some sort of male athlete possibly. I sense that it may be valuable. (In reality, I have not really seen that many special twenty-cent coins.) There is something else about coins and lids from bottles, but my dream changes from here as two sections of the floor fall out from under us. There is a "whoa" sound of surprise and a sense of sudden movement (as if we are actually falling).

This scene seems to be a false alarm though (or a partial typical dream "reset"), as I am then suddenly still on the second floor on what is left of the third section of floor on one side of the room. (The other two sections of the floor that fell reminded me almost of serving trays falling.) I am looking down into the large utility room, noting that the pipe has become detached from the toilet (recurring). However, when I look more closely, the waste and debris I first think I see soon turns out to be skeins of yarn on the floor (which is quite dry considering there should be water from flooding from the displaced pipe), a very odd transformation (all things considered). I also notice many other craft items on shelves in the room below. I feel a sense of relief at "realizing" this, as there is no major mess to have to clean up. (For some reason, I am not focused on the floor problems at that point.)

After having dreams of finding coins on the ground (or in some cases buried in the dirt) for years (since early childhood), this may be a play on "trying to find value in dirt" or "trying to find sense (cents) in Earth". I suppose there are a lot of ways to look at it. As a multidimensional spiritual being in a "lower" limited-to-three-dimensions physical realm, this could relate to trying to find value in materialistic life on Earth or value (or sustenance) in the ground alone (with such as a garden). A "yarn" can be "a long or rambling story, especially one that is implausible". Sounds like my lifetime, in general. However, people tend to forget that visual associations are far more meaningful than puns or solely metaphor in some cases. In this case, it may relate to the potential of making something (not necessarily a "yarn") out of something that would otherwise be wasted.