Sunday, March 15, 2020

a dream of falling to my death

Image of my neighbor's home, the dream was is the summer, but the only good photo I found was in winter (with a moose)

This morning I awoke from a haunting dream. I was standing on very top of a tall ladder positioned my old next door neighbors roof, it seemed like I was trying to help with something on a the peak of the roof, maybe the chimney of some sort of tall antenna. This was a two story house and I was way up there, maybe forty feet or more above the ground.

There came a point when I looked down and saw one of the legs of the ladder had moved a little bit, and it was just enough that it slipped off the edge of the metal roof. In that moment I felt the ladder tipping and there was nothing I could do about it. I was slowly falling out away from the edge of the house, and looking down at the the rocky yard.

I knew I was about to die, and there was nothing I could do. Everything was happening in this eerie slow motion. There was no fear, just a feeling of inevitability, and I thought to myself, “Oh, this is what people mean when they say time slows down.”

I’d pitched off the ladder and was dropping toward my neighbor’s yard. I made a calm declaration to myself, “There is still so much more I can do here, if I live I will do more.”

I watched the ground rushing up, but there was no impact. I calmly opened my eyes and was lying in bed, looking at the dark window next to me.



Brizdaz (Darren) said...

You lived, so do more;-)

LilyofTheWoods said...

Thank you for sharing that.

Bright Garlick said...

Hey Mike, this dream is unlikely to have anything to do with your physical life now or in the future. I suggest looking deeply into how you really feel about the current Sars-CoV-2 pandemic and your feelings in regard to your own personal safety and any buttons this pandemic and the hysteria around it might be pressing for you.

Talk to the characters. Every element of the dream is a character.

Be strong and well,


Brizdaz (Darren) said...

Here's a post I titled 'Owls, Ladders, Dimensions, Billie Eilish and Jung?' which you may have already read Mike, but it's more of a link for readers WHO (ironic owl call:-) have "stumbled" across this post of yours -

I'll have another post coming this week hopefully about ladders and "destiny" which might just blow your socks off Mike, but it all depends on a trip I've been contemplating for about a year now and plan on taking this week "God" willing.
Timing and all that, you know?
Maybe contemplating is the wrong word here ... compelled might be a better word to use when talking about my waking life, in this particular case?-)
You're not the only one it seems on the planet with "a mission" Mike;-)

Red Pill Junkie said...

By March 15 the United States and many other countries were finally facing the severity of the COVID-19 pandemic, and that this new virus is "not just another flu."

Many of us are in voluntary lockdown contemplating our own mortality and the fragility of our situation. Part of me wants to believe that maybe the reason I've gone through such a rough patch professionally and financially is so that I could be there with my old folks and take care of the things that are now too risky for them. Another part of me wants to believe that with my focus on Fortean phenomena that I'm doing what I'm supposed to, even --and this is the hardest part-- if it doesn't benefit myself personally.

Brizdaz (Darren) said...

You signed up for it Red Pill ... on some level.
Don't you remember?-)
Maybe it's time for you to step up as well?-)

Brizdaz (Darren) said...

Here's that post I promised you in those comments above Mike -
Hold on to those socks of yours now;-) -

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