I dreamt last night that I was living this carefree life…running across a college campus with some friends, grabbing seemingly free food from a tray that was placed before me as I ran and then following someone up a flight of stairs.
We were a joyful, freedom coalition, in pursuit of something intangible. I only knew that we were after something and it felt good to run.
We ran up the steps of a building and emerged on a second floor balcony. It was made of stone. I can almost feel the cold rough stone railing on my palms even now.
The woman in front of me was the leader. She told me that she was going next to get some coffee and climbed up on the railing. She said, “We have to jump” and then she did. She was catlike in her jump, landing with grace and without injury.
I looked down and was paralyzed. She stood below me and said, “Jump.” I began to climb up on the railing, knowing there were others behind me and I needed to make a decision but I did not want to jump.
I decided instead to climb down the tree next to the balcony. A man was sitting in that tree. He looked a lot like Carlos Santana. I think he was eating a sandwhich. He shook his head. “That’s not going to work” he said.
I reached the first branch and held the tree in a deathgrip. Below the first set of branches it was all smooth below, no knots, no branches, no footholds, no handnooks.
I was in a dilemma, you see. If I had stayed on the balcony I could have taken the stairs down. It was too late for that now. If I had jumped as my leader had jumped I might have had a chance at a good landing. It was not so certain now.
Now, instead of jumping I was more likely to fall.
I woke up before the fall. I’ve been unnerved all morning because I think dreams really do have something to tell us.
Where am I meant to jump?
What am I clinging to in an attempt to avoid pain?
Why am I so motivated by free food and coffee?
Points to ponder today, fellow travelers, points to ponder.