Feb. 8, 2010
From Sandy’s Dream Journal
NIGHTMARE MANDALA
A figure of a boy about 10 years old staggers out of the dusk dressed in 19th century dark trousers, jacket, and cap. He is begging from me, but I am scared and rush away.
He grabs my arm. He’s heavy, solid, and strong. “Help me!” he says to me.
I stumble away and he grabs me. Our combined momentum takes us over the edge into the ditch of the irrigation canal.
“Help me!” I cry over and over so the children who are behind me might hear, “Help me!”
Hmm, The Time Travelers Wife, the movie is in the mass subconscious right now. However, the irrigation canal sets this nightmare in your childhood (I suspect.) I also had a flashback nightmare the night of the 7th or 8th of February. I wonder if nightmarishness is generalized in the population. He is from the past, a nod to quantum physics and what the bleep do we know. As if it weren't already unbelievably complicated we add this layer of time. I would like to see the mandala a closer. Nice work! Cheryl Renee