The dream was long and vivid. I was in a hilly landscape
dotted with woods and lakes, where mysterious words and symbols had appeared on
trees, walls and fences. My job was to make contact with the women in the
vicinity in an attempt to solve the mystery. There were several of them, but I
only remember three:
There was the young woman who laughed menacingly and
maniacally when I questioned her, and then ran away. There was the bed-ridden, deformed
young girl who wanted to sit on the edge of her bed and commune with me, even
though she couldn’t speak. And then there was the serene face of a woman with
dark, wavy hair, which appeared as a reflection on the surface of a lake when I
looked down onto it from a promontory.
Whether this is Freudian or Jungian territory I don’t know,
but there is an issue going on at the moment that is disturbing my equilibrium
quite badly and making me feel unsettled. But maybe that’s better left unsaid.
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