Strange dream, revisited...

I read the previous post and I have to say that...

No that's not how it happened. First, I walked away from the group of old surfing friends, pulled by a desire to see, find, discover. I urge them to follow, but they were caught in some sort of curious exchange. I walked up the rocky ascending side of a hill. The background was black, white and all sorts of subdued colors, grays mostly.

I could hear the ocean's breath and was heading to meet it. The hill in front of me was round and full at the top, and I'd say, at some point I experienced a sort of fear. I looked back. I wished my friends were next me, I wished I were among them...

Then I'm not sure, but everything began spinning around me, as if I was about to lose consciousness. My legs could no longer hold my dream-self. I let go and, I think it was then that the wild figure, half naked man, emaciated, strong, exuding power appeared... It is all a blur now.

Anyway, I ended up in his dwelling, where he'd taken me... I felt imprisoned, but I am not sure I was. I remember him showing me a backdoor that led to the edge of a rocky cliff. He jumped off, bouncing against the vertical facade all the way down, and climbed back up unscathed.

I remained in his dwelling, looking for a way out, obeying his orders, serving him the way a maid would. I don't recall any type of bound besides what I now can describe as fear. Fear of what? the consequences of desobedience, maybe... Or fear of facing the outside world.

There was a window from which I could look outside. The world was down there, far below, and I think there really wasn't a way down, and if there was one, it must have been rather perilous...

At some point, as I was working in the kitchen, doing some cleaning chores, pondering how I would escape, while my wild captor, or intimidating host, was out, a woman appeared, a neighbor, if I am recollecting correctly, and somehow, her appearance gave me ideas and hope regarding my attempt at regaining my freedom...

Now prior to escaping, I remember having worked out a plan, I woke up. It was a few minutes after four in the morning. The dream was so vivid, I thought there would be no problem remembering it whole. This was a mistake.

I once read that one should always keep pen and paper at reach in case such an impressive dream is experienced. The idea seemed fairly wise, yet I wasn't prepared.

Nonetheless, I have been thinking about what I'd felt throughout this journey, and I'd say that, with the help of a wise friendly voice, I've managed to perhaps glimpse certain meanings...

Then again, and as it should be with dreams, it is all a matter of interpretation.

Be well, and if you can, try to pay close attention to what happens in your dreams.