A Reoccurring dream.....
For the past year or so, I have been having the same dream intermittently.
It starts out with me walking through an ice and snow covered tundra, naked! I can feel the ice and snow on my bare feet, as the wind blows by me. Yet I’m not cold or bothered by this fact.
In the distance, I can see the figure of a man obscured by blowing snow and fog, yet, it’s as clear as day. Sometimes I feel I can reach out and touch him he’s so close, and other times he’s way off on the horizon. I call to him and try to catch up, but he never replies or stops, he just pauses, looks over his shoulder, than keeps going. As I walk toward him, the surface changes, going from just a hard ice that feels like rocks and pebbles under my feet, into deep snow, so deep I struggle to get through it, all the time trying to catch-up to him.
That’s all I remember of this dream. Each time I have this dream, I can never catch up to him, and I don’t know why I’m even there to begin with. I guess it has some meaning of witch I don’t relay know the answer to, or do I? Well if I do, it still eludes me.
This reoccurring dream has also triggered a memory from my childhood.
There was a big snow storm one day and I wanted to go out and play after dinner that evening. But none of my friends wanted to brave the snow. The snow storm had past and it was getting colder and there was a full moon that evening. So I got all my winter gear on to go out. I wanted to make a snow man or a fort, but the snow was to dry to pack. So I just walked to the back yard to see how deep the snow had gotten. Man it was deep! I looked across the back yard at the winter landscape; I could see the moon reflecting off the snow, looking like a field of sparkles’. The only noise to be heard was from the wind blowing the propellers of a small windmill, shaped like an airplane my grandfather had made me. But yet it was all so silent. I decided that I would just turn around and fall back into the snow. Big mistake, I fell so deep I didn’t think I would ever get out. But still, I didn’t worry too much about it at the time. I just lade there in the snow listening to the wind and looking at the night sky. I could see the moon, it looked so big and bright, and every now and then a small stray cloud would pass by it. I felt something at the time, all this quiet around me... I was alone. After being in my snowy predicament for a time, I started to get board; I huffed and struggled to get out of the snow all the time getting more of it in every opening of my winter coat, pants, and boots. I Finley got out and went inside for the evening.
At the time I didn’t realize what a special moment that was... but now I see it through different eyes.
I’m glad I retained this memory from my past.
It starts out with me walking through an ice and snow covered tundra, naked! I can feel the ice and snow on my bare feet, as the wind blows by me. Yet I’m not cold or bothered by this fact.
In the distance, I can see the figure of a man obscured by blowing snow and fog, yet, it’s as clear as day. Sometimes I feel I can reach out and touch him he’s so close, and other times he’s way off on the horizon. I call to him and try to catch up, but he never replies or stops, he just pauses, looks over his shoulder, than keeps going. As I walk toward him, the surface changes, going from just a hard ice that feels like rocks and pebbles under my feet, into deep snow, so deep I struggle to get through it, all the time trying to catch-up to him.
That’s all I remember of this dream. Each time I have this dream, I can never catch up to him, and I don’t know why I’m even there to begin with. I guess it has some meaning of witch I don’t relay know the answer to, or do I? Well if I do, it still eludes me.
This reoccurring dream has also triggered a memory from my childhood.
There was a big snow storm one day and I wanted to go out and play after dinner that evening. But none of my friends wanted to brave the snow. The snow storm had past and it was getting colder and there was a full moon that evening. So I got all my winter gear on to go out. I wanted to make a snow man or a fort, but the snow was to dry to pack. So I just walked to the back yard to see how deep the snow had gotten. Man it was deep! I looked across the back yard at the winter landscape; I could see the moon reflecting off the snow, looking like a field of sparkles’. The only noise to be heard was from the wind blowing the propellers of a small windmill, shaped like an airplane my grandfather had made me. But yet it was all so silent. I decided that I would just turn around and fall back into the snow. Big mistake, I fell so deep I didn’t think I would ever get out. But still, I didn’t worry too much about it at the time. I just lade there in the snow listening to the wind and looking at the night sky. I could see the moon, it looked so big and bright, and every now and then a small stray cloud would pass by it. I felt something at the time, all this quiet around me... I was alone. After being in my snowy predicament for a time, I started to get board; I huffed and struggled to get out of the snow all the time getting more of it in every opening of my winter coat, pants, and boots. I Finley got out and went inside for the evening.
At the time I didn’t realize what a special moment that was... but now I see it through different eyes.
I’m glad I retained this memory from my past.