I had the strangest dream, I was walking down a nice road, I saw this great house, in the grounds I saw a couple of New Age travellers, (you know the kind, dreadlocks, rainbow sweaters, Birkenstocks) walking towards a tent on the front lawn. For some reason or other I knew they had occupied the house and grounds, ok squatted...I walked toward the tent, in my heart I wanted to move in too, the house was a huge Victorian gothic mansion. It wouldn't be like there wasn't enough room. I approached them in the tent. The tent turned out to be a marquee, with a fully stocked bar, she was pouring a drink, before I could ask she said its a bit early but she would give me a tour. I agreed, so I went for a walk in the grounds, I crossed a lane and then I found the grounds to be huge, I was now in open country, there was a plane taking off at the top of a hill, it lift off and for some reason, it had a sudden loss of power. I then proceed to watch this plane height and land hard in a valley and begin to roll. There were two men in the valley and they began to run, this plane was rolling in their direction. It was like watching a lucky escape clip, it rolled over them missing them by centimetres. It came to a halt at the edge of the valley and began to roll back down on them, this time they were running indifferent directions. It's was one guy now in the line of the roll and again he managed to leap to safety. Meanwhile I was standing from a point of safety where I saw it all happen. I then looked down at where I was stood and I was in for a shock and a half I was about 400 ft up on a grassy out crop, with no climbing gear and only one way down, that is to climb down. It was a bit of a shock, at which point I grabbed onto my bed, I realised where I was and so I calmly decided to wake up rather than deal with the dream.
I mean, why deal with something if you don't have to, right?
I guess it's a powerful metaphor for me, rather than face the precarious situation I find myself whilst watching an amazing lucky escape for two people, I decide that it's all too real for me, rather than face my fear, I'd rather not, when given an option. I chose to wake up instead. Phew, I'm glad, I hate heights and odds of falling to my death very high.
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