I had the oddest dream today.
I dreamt I was plunging to earth from a great height while holding onto something, and the only thing that could save my life during the long plunge was to keep holding on, without loosening my grip even once before I had reached the ground.
The dream was so vivid that I woke with a start as soon as my dream self had made it safely to the ground. Upon awakening, I found myself in a state of agitation.
Of course the dream doesn’t make any literal sense. But as a metaphor it’s pretty intense. I’m not sure I agree with the underlying philosophy it seems to represent.
Yet clearly deep down inside me, something is taking it very seriously.