I woke early – dawn just breaking. I slept and dreamt well.
Within the dreaming I was with a child, in a house which was lovely and homely, warm and comforting. However, there was a need to be outside – the child pulling me, stressing that need.
I accompanied Child into the garden which was large, but not at all ornate, much lush green grass and many beautiful trees. We stood breathing in the green. All was peaceful and serene or so it seemed.
Various creatures began to appear, poking heads from behind trees and bushes, all very lovely and peaceable until one or two – a ferret/mongoose type creature and a huge lizard or salamander started following us as we strolled around the garden. Child did not seem to notice or care but I was on full alert, they did not feel particularly friendly. Closer and closer they came – the ‘mongoose’ nipped my ankles – I told it off, shooing it away, it scurried back, but only a little. I began to steer Child back towards the house. From behind a rock, a large boulder in fact that had not been there before, came slowly a bear – at first it was a bear, a polar bear as I recall. Oh and bear was joined by snake which was uncurling itself, dropping from a tree behind which Child and I had put ourselves in an attempt to avoid bear. Snake tried to bite me. Snake missed, I had managed to move in time. I put Child behind me for safety – we were definitely under threat now. Snake having failed Bear descended upon us as it did so turning into Tiger – orange and black stripes appearing around its neck as his shape changed. Child behind me still, we were both now on the ground, I kicked out at Tiger Bear with his great open mouth showing huge sharp teeth.
I awoke trying still to kick Tiger Bear away as we bum-shuffled back from it. I had kicked out so hard that I had managed to displace the tripod I had erected the night before – this from which to hang my pots for heating food and water. No quick cup of tea this morning then!
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, but not my head – I am not ‘good’ in the mornings – I set to re-tying the sticks of my tripod. I was/am not going anywhere without a cup of tea inside me. The water is now on and bubbling away whilst I write.
I can see the hazy light of the sun just bridging the mists below and beyond – it is an odd vantage point up here – it seems I can see more, or in a way, that should not be possible – there is and is not a horizon. The misted lands and therefore the dark mists stretch for miles – as far as the eye can see – well as far as these eyes can see. That being so I should not be able to see the edge of the mists, but somehow, perhaps an illusion, I can.
Hmm, enough of that. The meaning of the dream is quite clear – my dream mind expressing the anxiety that I would not speak. It would be foolish of me to not be nervous about this foray into the mists – I have absolutely no idea what or whom I shall encounter and yes, I am excited by that, but equally I am nervous, scared even, but I would never tell anyone that or, indeed let it show!
Right, water’s boiling, time for tea!