Here’s a dream I had many years ago when I was still married. I started having all these dreams towards the end of our marriage that were very blatantly letting me know what I already knew was true about him. I wrote many down because they stayed in my mind so vividly:
My husband and I had gone to this building where we were looking for postings on activities around the community. It appeared to be a church. Then, I found myself sweeping the floor in the room where we had entered. There was a smaller room off of this main room and I went to sweep in there. I saw three steps leading down into this area which reminded me of a baptismal room. I decided to sweep down in the space below and as I go to jump down in it, I immediately realize that it is extremely deep and I will die if I fall all the way in. So as I leap, I catch myself and am holding on with my arms while my toes are pressed tightly against the inside wall holding myself up. I begin yelling for help–for my husband to come help me. I yell and yell and he doesn’t come. Finally, he appears and I say get some rope or something to get me out of here–I need your help. Instead of helping me, he sits down by my head–where I’m desperately clutching onto the edge and he quietly (patronizingly) says to me– if you would just give it some thought you could figure out how to get out of this predicament. I instantly felt this flash of anger and thought to myself–“fuck it” and with a great, heaving push I was able to pull myself to safety. I then found myself at the top of the steps and my husband was holding me while I cried. I was crying because I didn’t want anyone else to fall in there and feel the fear and helplessness that I had. My feeling towards my husband was neutral. I wasn’t comforted by his presence.
Entry for Monday Morning Writing Prompt-Dream Symbolism: http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/04/24/monday-morning-writing-prompt-dream-symbolism/