{A Dream: The Frozen Serpent}[12th May 1983]

[Redbook2:273][19830512.1815]{A Dream: The Frozen Serpent}[12^th May 1983]

19830512.1815

I do not think I recorded a dream I had some time ago which a came as a strong narrative, like a story, seen chiefly from the viewpoint of a young child living on a farm community in a deep sheltered valley in the foot of high mountains – in somewhere like New Zealand – but also in other ways*. His father led? an expedition to climb the great Mountain behind the farm. I remember a scene above the snowline: a great rock and ice flying buttress up which they/we climbed, with difficulties (a fallen tree?) on the way. Higher up, they/we looked down and saw/heard flashes/explosions in the dim faraway low Country. Just below the summit, I (as if suspended a little lower) saw disaster: as the two? leading climbed astride a narrow snow-ridge, linked by ropes, the ridge stirred: a great grey-white serpent raising its blind head and rolling its coils, dislodging them in an avalanche of snow and rock.

At the farmhouse was a great gathering – a party of some kind – after hope had long been given up: from which I, the child again, wandering a few hundred yards or less up the valley, saw, and shouted back to the party, that the wanderers were returning: staggering back bearded and in anguish through the evening(?): and realised with growing grief and loss amidst the celebration that my own father would not be returning.

*(in other ways what?) – than from the viewpoint of the young child, I think <930117>

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