Dare to Dream

I keep having these dreams about the house I lived in growing up. Everytime I walk in I see that it looks like hell. Then, I always discover a hidden door leading to the basement. It is always dark, used and torn up there. It's like it had been lived in and only a few people knew about it. The celing is always caving in, the walls are falling apart and I spend the dream trying to figure out how I can fix it up. That's the whole dream. I begin listing the things that I need to do to get it back together. I hear that dreaming of a house is symbolic of your life. Is this my present life? Am I thinking about my past? What would Oprah say?