That Insurmountable Wall
Oct. 21st, 2018 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayWoke up from a strange dream this morning. I was riding what seemed to be an electric motorbike which, in itself, was pretty wierd.
But as I was riding, I had a memory of being pursued, sometime earlier that day, by a gang of thugs who were also on motorbikes.
It reminded me, after I thought about it, of the traffic up and down Duval Street in Key West where it seemed like every other vehicle was a fast-moving motorbike.
Anyway, I was suddenly aware of another bike riding close behind me. And that when I sped up, the other one did too.
Figuring I was outnumbered, as I had been earlier, I made a sudden left onto a side street and found myself riding down what looked like the stairs of an outdoor stadium.
As I turned, my pursuer flashed by, going too fast to make the turn.
She had long, blonde hair which flew out behind her as she rode. And I realized that she'd been trying to catch up with me and that, now, what we both might've wanted could never happen because I'd misread the situation, had made the turn.
And so I kept on, trying to get up speed for the hill rising in front of me. But then, as I neared the top of it, my wheels bogged down in the deep snow that was suddenly around me.
Finally, I reached a granite wall which was at the very top of the hill and was struggling to hold onto it and to lift my bike over it.
And then I awoke, still holding on to that insurmountable wall...
LPK
Dreamwidth
10.21.2018
But as I was riding, I had a memory of being pursued, sometime earlier that day, by a gang of thugs who were also on motorbikes.
It reminded me, after I thought about it, of the traffic up and down Duval Street in Key West where it seemed like every other vehicle was a fast-moving motorbike.
Anyway, I was suddenly aware of another bike riding close behind me. And that when I sped up, the other one did too.
Figuring I was outnumbered, as I had been earlier, I made a sudden left onto a side street and found myself riding down what looked like the stairs of an outdoor stadium.
As I turned, my pursuer flashed by, going too fast to make the turn.
She had long, blonde hair which flew out behind her as she rode. And I realized that she'd been trying to catch up with me and that, now, what we both might've wanted could never happen because I'd misread the situation, had made the turn.
And so I kept on, trying to get up speed for the hill rising in front of me. But then, as I neared the top of it, my wheels bogged down in the deep snow that was suddenly around me.
Finally, I reached a granite wall which was at the very top of the hill and was struggling to hold onto it and to lift my bike over it.
And then I awoke, still holding on to that insurmountable wall...
LPK
Dreamwidth
10.21.2018
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Date: 2018-10-23 12:24 pm (UTC)I will suggest since you were left hanging on that maybe you might benefit from letting go. Perhaps that would give the blonde a chance to catch up?
Don't know who "they" are, but I do believe they're out there.
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Date: 2018-10-24 02:18 pm (UTC)I think you're right, because only the dreamer has access to the full visual, emotional, etc. context of the dream, but I especially appreciated your first comment because it pushed me towards an attempt at my own understanding of it.
On the other hand, I came away from it with a very strong feeling that the blonde was not a girl who would be inclined to circle back for my wayward a$$ nor would I have any chance of catching up. Which also kinda fits with my suspicion about who she might've been--as I thought about it later.
However, I may just stick with my original impression that she was just some random stranger who, herself, took a wrong turn and ended up in my dream...
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Date: 2018-10-24 06:41 pm (UTC)Your dream is totally according to your perception, so since you are writing the story, you can have it either way or maybe even both.