[Redbook2:347-348][19840918:1315c]{A
Dream [continued]:
...and a Fear of Falling}[18th
September 1984]
19840918.1315
[continued]
Later*
I was in a room similar to the 'Great Space' at [my first boarding
school]. A production was being prepared or rehearsed. I was up a
tall stepladder. A golden chalice (and plate? etc.?) took off and
flew past me, returning in a wide loop at least once. Each time, I
tried to reach out for it: each time, the ladder wobbled, I
distinctly felt the fear of falling, and I withdrew too soon to touch
the chalice. Eventually I descended the wobbly ladder; and although
no one commented adversely, and life below continued as before with
me among it, I was expecting something to be said, because I knew
that once again I had failed at the test.
Many
elements in these dreams can be attributed to persons or events with
whom or which I have been involved during the past few days.
*[See
last previous entry]
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