I was walking with a lady. I could not see her face but I knew it was Mom. She was bundled in what seemed to be dark-colored winter clothes or maybe furs, but it wasn’t cold. The clothes obscured any real form of her body. There were wisps of fabric or fur around her head and covering the sides of her face, a little like the old fur-lined hoods of winter parkas. It was as if a slight breeze was blowing into her and disturbing the material around her head and shoulders. My view of her seemed slightly out of focus, there was no crispness or detail to my view of Mom.
We walked together in silence. I sensed that we had been talking but were now in the midst of a quiet lul in the conversation. Then, realized I was running. It was a typical running workout. I was running at a comfortable speed and enjoying the workout, but not working hard. I was wearing my yellow running jacket, and black running tights, but I wasn’t cold or hot. I was running along and Mom was just ahead of me. She wasn’t running or even walking. I was not chasing her. She was just there, slightly ahead of me, and to my right where I could not see her face. It was nice to have her so near. I was comfortable.
I looked down and realized I was running on the top capstone of a high fieldstone wall. The capstone was not quite as wide as a sidewalk and was grey and smooth like the capstone of the garden wall at our house. It was plenty wide enough for me to be running along. The wall was very tall, maybe ten feet high and I could see that it rose, fell, and made sweeping bends into the distance. It followed the rolling hills and landscape of open green fields as far as I could see. I was filled with the anticipation of a wonderful run, and mom stayed just a step ahead of me, to my right. She began to say something to me but I could not hear her.
I was running comfortably until I began losing my balance for a second. I had drifted to the left side of the capstone and was about to step off the left side of the wall. I started to panic and was a little frightened because I knew I wasn’t going to recover quickly enough to stay on the wall. Just as I was about to step off the capstone the ground appeared and I now running on a sidewalk stepping onto a dirt and gravel path that ran along the sidewalk. My left foot landed on the path and I was relieved that I wasn’t going to fall. After another step or two, I recovered my balance and was back in the middle of the sidewalk which then became the capstone of the high wall again. I think mom giggled.
I ran along on the capstone just a little more when I looked up and couldn’t make out the path of the wall anymore. It went into a thick flowing fog. Occasionally when the fog momentarily thinned a little I could see glimpses of places where the wall looked broken or maybe not completed yet. It frightened me and I was unsure what to do. That was when mom turned to me. I wasn’t running anymore. I was standing on the wall and mom was facing me. I still could not see her face or focus on her but I could see her hand clearly. She put something into my hand. I don’t know what it was she was giving me because it was hidden in the palm of her hand. I put my hand out, palm up and she moved her hand over mine and handed me the item by dropping it from the palm of her hand to the palm of mine, in the way you might tip a valet. The item had no form or weight that I could sense and I could not see it, since it was mostly hidden under Mom’s hand. The edges I could see were dark forest green had wisps that resembled the fur that was about Mom’s head. Her hand was still over mine, obscuring the gift and I was trying to figure out what it was when Mom said, very clearly, “Trust your friends.” I thought that was a strange thing to say and I knew it was somehow related to this gift and to the fog shrouding the path ahead of me. Then I awoke.
It was a frustrating dream. I think I understand some of the most obvious imagery, but there is a lot I don’t yet grasp yet. I hope to make sense of it someday.
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