And why did last night it resonate with me when I woke up at one forty-five in the morning. My head was still sunk deep in my pillow as I lay there in bed, quietly reliving the dream. Toward the end of my flashback, I suddenly sprang up to a seated position. Oh my God, I thought, I’ve had this dream before, many times, as far back as I could remember. I could not remember when it wasn’t with me . . . maybe years? Yes, it was definitely a reoccurring dream.
As I remembered it, I was walking on a cliff-like stonewall, alongside a large body of blue water rapids. At the end of the wall there was no-where to go but down . . . very far down, at least twenty feet. The only way to get down the wall was to jump, or rappel with a rope. No rope in the dream.
Last night, I didn’t make it past that point, but my eyes did wonder over to what was next. In previous dreams, I knew I had made the leap, and landed on a wide flat rock. Then I had to skip my way over the water to the next rock and so on. Although my memory is somewhat sketchy, I believe I have made it through the maze of rocks where I would then have to scale another stonewall similar to the one behind me. How I would ever get up this wall was unbeknownst to me. I have yet to make it to the other side in any of my dreams.
I’m still thinking about it. I wonder what is on the other side?
Life is full of obstacles, so I’ll rule out nightmare. I know there must be a bright side, and I’ll figure out which side of the wall it’s on. Maybe both.
-Dori Lee
