September 2, 2005 at 12:32 PM
I dreamed I was trying to cross a large, vacant parking lot surrounded by woods. A truck I wanted to reach was parked at the other end of the lot for some logical reason that didn't quite make sense to me. I was in the dark, so this endeavor contained an extra element of fright to it. There I was, trying to cross, but my feet wouldn't go. Every ponderous step I tried to take seemed to take me in the wrong direction. I couldn't get much past the edge of the woods. However, it was not the woods I feared, but the empty expanse of the parking lot that I couldn't cross. Overwhelmed, I conceded and returned to the woods.
It seems such a silly dream, yet I'm up the rest of the night because of it.
the response you made to the dream seems curious...maybe there's something about emptiness that causes wavering. i think somewhere deep most of us are like you keeping to the woods; the familiar
Vulnerability and exposure.
Tonight I'm up for a mad dash.
The woods are lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep...
Unlike the poet, you succumbed to the allure of the woods. Maybe you were a Druid in a previous life, as I was, I'm sure.
Ah, good, good poem, Pauline.
I just really understood the darkness and empty expanse just now. How dense. I'd bet you're just amazing.
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