Last night i had this very disturbing dream of which i can barely remember. It had to do with the unknown, something I'm going through now....and I was climbing over this huge wall. When I reached the top, I realized how out in the wide open I was, I couldn't even see any ground below and I was very high, like 20 stories high. I was swinging my leg onto this curved wide area and pulling myself up by some kind of pole sticking out, but then it swung like a gate toward me. I almost fell. Then I stopped and realized how carefully I needed to climb. All I could see was grey sky in all directions and below as well. There was nothing else but me and the thing I was on. The wind was blowing and it was dead silent out there. I was not dressed for the wind and elements. I knew i had to continue on though, and would. Someone was with me, unknown in what regard or who they were, or where exactly, but they were just there with me. I woke up at this point and I was freezing to the bone under two blankets and an arctic sleeping bag. Completely frozen through. My body was in a contracted state of chill and shiver. I pulled everything up over my head and went back to sleep.
I had no sense of impending doom from the dream but a feeling of profound awesome bleakness and difficulty. A big endurance and trial I was going through. I also knew that I was doing this, climbing this, going on this difficult trek for someone else, not myself. It seemed that because of this, there was no question if I should continue or not; of course I would.
This means something to me after the dream, obviously, later today when I remembered, but didn't last night.
about ready to go make coffee and start on homework.