Children on the Mountain

The dream this morning had me mountain climbing. I was descending after having reached the summit of a particular mountain and I was with two other men. Strangely, I became separated from my climbing partners. They had left me behind and were much further down the mountain than I.

So I see myself standing there some 30 or 40 feet down from the summit my back to the rock face and looking around, and trying to assess my situation.  I do not have much rope or equipment on me and I am not sure what to do. My companions are no where in sight. I am in a precarious situation!

Suddenly, I hear voices above and below me. There are children climbers up here! I see a girl above. She is the oldest and the group leader. She might be 12 years old. There are a couple girls up there with her and there are two boys below me. The other children look to be about 10 years old. The oldest girl sees me and is concerned for my safety. She immediately grasps the predicament that I am in. She yells to the boys below me and together they all work as a team to come to my aid. Then I wake up.

I am so relieved to get some assistance. I was in a desperate situation. Thank God they happened to show up! What a fortunate turn of events. I'm getting rescued by mountain climbing children. What are the odds?

I have always had a fascination with mountains. I used to hike them when I was in Colorado and Alaska. Every time I am near them I want to scramble up them. Mountains are a metaphor for several things. They can be a quest for attaining knowledge or a challenge to conquer. Mystical things happen on mountains. Monks and gurus retreat to them for solitude, meditation and enlightenment. Climbers take them on as physical and mental challenges.

It seems appropriate to have a dream like this now. I will start a new career soon. Things are changing in my life and I certainly feel like I have been climbing a mountain to reinvent myself, and realize my dreams. Interesting that this trapped feeling hits when I am making the descent. I am 50 years old now. I am on the downward slide of life I suppose. Nice to see the kids are there to look out for me.

My two adult climbing partners left me behind. Boy, if that is not an apt metaphor! I have been deserted by a lot of people in this life climbing journey. I have seen who is loyal and who is not. I hope, if I ever have children, they are as concerned and loyal as these mountain children. It would be a comforting feeling for me to find them there to hang to and to keep me from falling.

I find it so fascinating how mountains seem to be such a reoccurring motif in my dreams. They must have some important significance to my high self and unconscious mind. This is something I must contemplate and explore with my conscious mind/self. This must have some deeper meaning. I have the nagging feeling I am not yet getting the whole picture here. Is my soul wanting or searching for something out of this? As always I will meditate on it and we'll see where it leads.