My dream brought me to a bench by a small lake. Trees lined the shoreline, some of which I couldn"t see since the edge of the water formed little coves. That disturbed me—too many places for the wrong kind of surprise to pop out. I didn"t know if my strategy had worked, if I"d managed to invoke some part of the Collective Unconscious to meet Lawrence in. This place didn"t look familiar, but I had that “oh, I know where this is” dream feeling. I needed to go with the dream"s flow, and it would carry me where I needed.
I also reminded myself that, no matter what happened, I had to pay attention to details since they would hold the clues in this strange otherworld of symbolism and imagery.
Starting with the bench… The wood and wrought iron of the bench invoked an old public park aesthetic,
