DREAMDATE: Monday, October 27, 2008
Myself and a few others were somewhere in Asia – perhaps China – in a huge video-game type coliseum. We were playing a game for our lives. There were panels that would shift, and giant metal mouths that would close up on us, shutting off the last bit of light to the outside and trapping us in the darkness. Total darkness surely meant death. I don’t know about everyone else, but I seemed to be very unlucky. I couldn’t see anyone else, and there was no way out. The walls, void of light, were closing in on me and I was not quick or skilled enough to find my escape.
I thought, this can’t be – I have to get out. Suddenly I was in another part of the arena and there was someone else with me. I don’t know who she was. She appeared a little older than me, slightly heavyset but strong, with dark wavy hair and a gentle face. She took my hand and we ran! Now there was a Chinese man chasing us. We were nimble, but he was burly. I was scared, but I trusted that my new friend was wise to the twists and turns of this place and she would get us out safe. We ran through vertical and horizontal tunnels. We slid past metal enclosures. We came upon a chute – like a parcel slot that descended a few floors. She let me go first, consoling me, ‘Go on. It’s ok, you’ll be fine’. I climbed in, and pushed myself down the chute. I didn’t go as fast as I would have liked down that slide, but I made it to the bottom. My savior followed. I think we temporarily lost our foe at that moment. There were many other implements along our way, but I can’t visualize them all now. There were strong colors of red and blue, and images of metal teeth, and other moving pieces like something out of Indiana Jones. Finally we saw ahead of us a sliver of light through a metal panel. Home free! We ran. Holding my guide’s hand as she led, we crawled through the opening in the door – just enough for our small bodies to get through – and we were outside!!
Now somehow my friend disappeared and I could literally see the world before me. I wanted home in Newfoundland now. I willed myself to soar over this covered entrapment, past some trees and forests, past some villages in another continent, past a hoard of a million army men wearing red and black and holding their swords at attention. I flew over all these things with determination that I would make it home. Finally I could see the shape of Newfoundland. Now I was truly home free! I woke up happy and safe in my warm bed, with my savior who had pulled me out at a time when I needed it the most.
Moral of the story: When you think you’re alone, you’re not. A true friend will be there to support you and guide you home.
Recommended Listening: “Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own” by U2, from How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb