| Destruction of the Spiral Path G, 37, insomniac, Texas January 2002 We are packing our belongings with a sense of urgency, throwing things into boxes and placing them in the space at the center of the descending road. We aren't too selective because of the rush, and we dump box after box into the opening. Somehow, a few boxes at the bottom are wedged to open span and provided a stable base for the rest. Those around me seem to be family members, including my sister. The urgency is driven by the certainty that a volcano is about to erupt somewhere across the canyon, barely visible in distant mists. We all feel anxiety and dread, knowing that molten lava will be filling the canyon and destroying its contents. As boxes begin to fill the space, I realize that I've forgotten to mark many of my boxes. I rush down the path to retrieve and put my name on them. Later that night, I feel an urge to take the spiral road down to its base. It is pitch dark. I have to feel my way down the narrow road, worrying that I might fall off the edge. The boxes make it safer though. When I reach the bottom, I am in a house — my house.In one room, my parents are asleep. In another room, many dolls and plastic army soldiers are scattered around the floor. In another room, plants are wilting for lack of water. I begin tending them, even while realizing that these are all being left behind. I imagined them being engulfed by lava one by one. G's interpretation I feel that this dream has a lot of insight to offer, but I don't want to see it right now. |