Shiftkitty
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My fear isn't of heights so much as it is falling, and last might I may have had a dream that showed me why.
The dream started out in a dark cave. Some cavemen, possibly neanderthals (but I'm not 100% sure), were hunched up, sitting by a wall. Their hands were covering their ears, their knees were drawn up tightly to their chests, and they looked to be sleeping. I am aware that some early tribes buried their dead by binding them in this position. Only one was not in that position. He looked at me with an almost animal expression. I knelt in front of him and asked why he was not sleeping (mental communication). He stood up. A little hunched over he probably would have been about my height (5'2) if he had stood erect, but his back and limbs were twisted, as though they were broken. We left the cave.
He said nothing as we trekked through the wilderness up along a cliffside trail. All along the way I could see a train of people, his people, with what little they had strapped to their backs or else being carried. He was very stocky and clearly well fed, but some members of his tribe were not so fortunate and were quite thin and sickly looking. I got the impression that they were relocating.
Suddenly I saw a member of the tribe, my host, burst from the line. He was impatient to see what was up ahead. He had not been told where they were going and wanted to know. As he dashed up ahead, his foot slipped. He was too close to the edge. He flailed his arms and caught hold of an outcropping, but as he tried to pull himself back up, the outcropping gave way. He fell to his death. His body was not recovered.
In an instant we were back at the cave. I had felt the terror of falling right along with the vision I had been shown. The fall was but a few seconds long, but the end was terminal. As he resumed his seated position, I knelt in front of him and told him that impatience was something that I have had to deal with throughout my lives. That even so many years from his time, I am still driven crazy by not being told where we are going if we just hop into the car for a trip.
The scene faded from my view and I woke up, a little more at ease about my fear of falling, and taking note of what impatience had cost me once before.
The dream started out in a dark cave. Some cavemen, possibly neanderthals (but I'm not 100% sure), were hunched up, sitting by a wall. Their hands were covering their ears, their knees were drawn up tightly to their chests, and they looked to be sleeping. I am aware that some early tribes buried their dead by binding them in this position. Only one was not in that position. He looked at me with an almost animal expression. I knelt in front of him and asked why he was not sleeping (mental communication). He stood up. A little hunched over he probably would have been about my height (5'2) if he had stood erect, but his back and limbs were twisted, as though they were broken. We left the cave.
He said nothing as we trekked through the wilderness up along a cliffside trail. All along the way I could see a train of people, his people, with what little they had strapped to their backs or else being carried. He was very stocky and clearly well fed, but some members of his tribe were not so fortunate and were quite thin and sickly looking. I got the impression that they were relocating.
Suddenly I saw a member of the tribe, my host, burst from the line. He was impatient to see what was up ahead. He had not been told where they were going and wanted to know. As he dashed up ahead, his foot slipped. He was too close to the edge. He flailed his arms and caught hold of an outcropping, but as he tried to pull himself back up, the outcropping gave way. He fell to his death. His body was not recovered.
In an instant we were back at the cave. I had felt the terror of falling right along with the vision I had been shown. The fall was but a few seconds long, but the end was terminal. As he resumed his seated position, I knelt in front of him and told him that impatience was something that I have had to deal with throughout my lives. That even so many years from his time, I am still driven crazy by not being told where we are going if we just hop into the car for a trip.
The scene faded from my view and I woke up, a little more at ease about my fear of falling, and taking note of what impatience had cost me once before.
