Dreaming of seeing yourself in the attic room, signifies high expectations you’ve made for yourself and wish to fulfill them. The attic could also represent your desire to be away from the others. If the attic is beautiful and cozy, it may show the tranquility of your mind, or the confusion, because it is a symbolism of your brain.

If you dream of seeing or beeing in an attic or in any similar space or room, which is just below the roof of a building, it means that you were hiding your feelings and emotions and now you started to let go your feelings. This dream also symbolizes your thoughts, spirit and good intentions. Otherwise, this dream represents challenges you will suffer from, while trying to achieve the target you were aiming for. Anyway, you will reach your target after all hard work and and effort you will put in. This means that you are strong person who is not afraid of the challenges. If you dream of messed up attic it means, that you must concentrate on your mind and try to make it tidy.

…copper hue — a man in build and form, but enormous in size and development. ” See thy future!” it cried; and my free soul felt a strange pang of pity at the sight of its face — it was so full of sorrow that I could not fathom; a vastness of pain that could only be immortal. Yet as I looked, my pity was changed to fear and hate; the creature became contorted with demoniac fury; its lips wreathed and twisted, its eyes flashed, and it cried aloud so that my soul longed to flee yet dare not.”See! See!” it shrieked. And I looked and saw myself. It was I, but how altered! I was an aged man sitting alone in a dreary attic, bathed in a flood of cold moonlight, waiting — waiting for what? I looked a little further and saw a muddy river, and over it…

…I can fly. To substantiate my statement, I then climb on to the table or chair, spring off, and, with both feet together, rise to the ceiling, much to my own gratification and the edification of my audience.Bitter, indeed, is my chagrin when I awake and discover that I am as far off flying as ever. Again, many is the time I have dreamed I have been in a huge, empty house, pursued by some grotesque monstrosity that, after chasing me up endless staircases and along the most blood-curdling corridors, has at length cornered me in a gloomy top attic. All seems hopeless, and I am expecting to be caught every second, when, just as the dreadful creature bounds into the room, I leap on to the window-sill and, with a prodigious bound, spring into space. And then, joy of joys, instead of falling, I find I can fly —…