Dreaming

I am in a show with four black men; above us is a pole. My role in the show is to hang upside down from the pole. It is an amazing feat, and the audience is impressed.

I am in a room. I’m thinking about doing the trick again; this time there is no audience. I go over to the bar/pole; it is pale in colour and wooden. I think it looks a little weak. I pull on it to test the weight, and the middle bows and looks as if it will break; I decide against it.

I go into another room where there is another pole. This pole looks strong; it is dark wood, and I sense it is strong. I want to do the trick again, but there are people all around me telling me not to do it, telling me it’s unsafe, but I really want to turn upside down; I feel excited at the thought of it. I go to the pole, put my hands on it and flip so that my feet are above the pole. I let go with my hands and begin to turn upside down, but I’m unable to go all the way; I don’t know why. There are kind of like shop shelves above the pole. There are children by the shelves, which are full of wide tins full of meat. Everyone is warning me that if I turn upside down, all the tins will fly towards me and hit me, but I still really want to do it. I turn upside down, and this time I’m able to turn all the way, just as all the tins come flying off the shelf. Instead of hitting me, they all fly past me and land on the ground. I feel really good and exhilarated.

Responding

I woke feeling elated, excited and full of energy.