- Dream on New Year's Eve
- January 1st, 10:45
Dream from 12/31-1/1
I was in a school, a college campus, like a student center, surrounded by freshman-age students who all seemed outrageously young to me. In particular I was hanging out with someone from my own college experience, Emily R., who was playing some silly role playing game that I was expected to play along with her. I was not enjoying it at all.
Then I was on a road going up the side of a mountain. The road curved, and around one bend, it forked and one fork went down into the earthen heart of the mountain. The other continued around the side of the mountain, looking less and less like a traveled road as it went on. At points there were no tracks or ruts or anything to indicate that it was a road, except that there was a consistent width of levelled earth, and at places the outside edge of the road was also the edge of the mountain.
At some point, I went down the road that cut into the core of the mountain. Quickly I realized the extent to which the inside had been sculpted, inhabited by people whose presence I sensed but whom I could not see. There were roads, caves, bridges, and other man-made creations, signs of civilization, but no people. I was anxious, because suddenly the entrance to the inside of the mountain was very far from me. I was deep inside this eerie subterranean world.
Then, I was on the outside of the mountain again, waiting with a group of people who were searching for something or someone inside the mountain. The mission was secret, but it seemed vaguely sinister, like they were looking for a body, maybe.
This dream seems important because of the interior/exterior binary that it plays with. Something calls me to go inside the mountain, and when I do, I am met with a strange feeling of having just missed the people who lived there and made these strange earthworks. I don't know why I'm there, and I don't know how to leave, but I had felt called to go inside, and in the dream, that is acceptable.
I guess the landscape outside the mountain is less detailed in the dream - it's sunny out, and I encounter actual people out there, before and after entering the mountain, but it is also unremarkable, generic, indistinct.
The dream could suggest that the inside of the mountain - the interior of my psychology, who I am deeply - deserves attention too. The interior of my psychology shows evidence of some buried creative facet; it was designed, albeit not by a crack civil engineer like the road and the student center in the outside world, but by someone or something that had some appreciation of what goes on when we sleep, what goes on in the unconscious, what struggles to be expressed in everyday life.