Wednesday, June 14, 2017

High Above A River Gorge



The dream this morning has me lying face down and peering over a high cliff above a river gorge. I am thousands of feet up looking down at a winding river. The cliff I am peering out from juts  over the river. Something, I notice, does not feeling right about surface I am lying upon. The cliff I discover is artificial. It is made of plastic. I reach my left hand over the forward edge and grasp it and I pull on it, and it wants to peels back, but the seal is very tight and I can not completely open it to see inside. This artificial construction is attached to a real stone cliff face and is designed to visually look like the real thing, but when you examine it closely, and touch it, you can clearly see that it was added to create a feature that is both aesthetically pleasing, and offers a more dramatic view of the vista below.

I am now grasping the cliff edge tightly with my right hand. I feel nervous and sweaty. I ponder how sturdy, and safe this perch actually is for me. The left hand brushes a few small rocks off the cliff.  I watch as it takes a long time for the rocks to fall from on high and splash into the river down below. I hear an echo as the rocks strike the water. I wake up.

This was a very vivid and tactile dream. I could feel the wind on my face, the heat of the day and feel of rocks. It was a nervous and sensual feeling that is difficult to fully describe. The cliff is symbolic of having reached a new point of view and climbing to success. The river below is symbolic of emotions. The river flows peacefully. The dropping of the rocks into the river is me wanting to cause a ripple. I want to take a decisive action in the direction of my life and see what I might cause to happen for good or bad. I want a read on how far I might fall or how fast I might get swept away perhaps?

It is a very interesting dream and I am sensing a theme going on here in my unconscious world. It is a fresh look at what I want to accomplish and how I might get there. There is again much to contemplate from my dreams of late.





  

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