Last night I dreamt about scaffolding. For some reason when I woke up this morning I felt really really good - there was real warmth in my stomach, an inner smile, and I didn’t know why at first, until I remembered the dream. It was one of those that happen just before waking and all I saw at first was the wooden walkway of neatly laid planks, high above the pavement below. Then images gradually swam into my head from the dream and I began to remember. I was on the scaffold with a very trusted companion who was explaining to me how the scaffold was constructed and how the planks were laid; and when I looked closer I saw to my surprise that the long planks were laid not side by side with the ends all lined up as you would expect, but that they were set out in a much more complex manner. My companion explained that the planks were laid in this manner to form a much stronger floor, and how the scaffold had to be infinitely more secure than the pavement below because of its height and the danger involved in walking along it, and I looked down and saw it was true - this scaffold was very, very safe, whereas the ground far beneath us, glimpsed through the network of metal and wood, was full of pitfalls and previously unseen dangers. I felt safe and loved and extremely privileged to be guided along this aerial passage.
Do dreams help to reveal to us aspects of life which the minutiae of daily existence conceal? I think they possibly do, and thank goodness for them - it is impossible at times to make sense in any real way otherwise of underlying threads in our days, tangled as they are around the maelstrom of events and emotions that cloud the truth. The beauty of the sleeping mind patiently sorts through the detritus of every single day and dreams nudge us into consciousness of hidden patterns, which if decoded correctly can help us navigate through life.I took the photographs of scaffold poles and bolts published here a few months ago, right at the outset of the journey through life which I have been travelling since. It was on a day when a future had begun to unfold which seemed so dizzying at the time I had no idea if it was going to be possible to get through it all. I was with that companion from the dream and we stopped and looked at the dismantled scaffolding laid out before us in the sun with interest, and took the photos before we moved on, talking about something completely different. I remember there being hope amongst the fear and mess and trepidation.
A lot, a real lot, has happened since that day.
Yesterday was a very constructive day mentally. I hadn’t really realised it at first, but there was an awareness of something settling, of tuning in and moving at a new pace alongside events with real facts instead of just a mesh of emotions. I guess my sleeping brain did a lot of work in the night and showed it all to me at the end of its shift, just as I was waking in the morning, using the scaffold to show me something has already been built that is very good indeed.
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