More sleepless nights ahead for me, as lately I find myself plagued by a nightmare from which I suffered all through my teenage years and periodically since. I haven’t had this particular nightmare for about four years but now it’s back almost every night. It’s horribly unpleasant; not frightening, just incredibly frustrating and energy-sapping. Here’s the gist of it:
I am a red balloon. I find myself floating in the air over a field in the countryside. The wind dies down and I start to sink. As I come closer to the land I realise that the ground is covered with tall, sharp spikes as far as the eye can see, save for this one small square, about the size of, you guessed it, a balloon. So the whole dream then consists of me manipulating the wind in order to correctly position myself for an approach to the landing spot.
Despite my best efforts, I am always coming in at the wrong angle and have to catch a gust of wind to drift back up and try again. This nightmare just drags on and on without a resolution. I never hit the spikes or land in the right place. Instead I just repeat the drop, panic and drift upwards over and over again until I wake up.
It’s a rather silly Sisyphean task.
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