Archive for June, 2009

I experienced a powerful dream last night. Everything started out normal in this dream, which is unusual in itself. Some friends and I were walking up a hill towards my car, but we were having trouble finding it. I had just come from school or something, so I had a few bags with me. The bags contained things that I did not want to give up: keys, documents, clothes, some beers and my phone. In addition to my overly-stuffed luggage, there was something strange about the hill we were climbing up. The hill was steep, so steep in fact that the sidewalks were wrapped with cars that had all rolled into each other single file, like shopping carts.

I walked in front of the group, the first to discover just how steep this hill was turning out to be. Before long, the bags I was carrying began to weigh me down, but I was not about to let go of the things that were so dear to me. My car keys were in the bag and we definitely needed those to get out of that place, if we ever could find my car. Each step up the hill became increasingly difficult. The incline was almost vertical. I was using my hands now to grapple myself up the slope, inch by inch. The load was unbearable. My arms were weakened from the bags hanging from each hand, and it was too late to try to lighten the load. I just hoped that it would even out soon, and told myself over and over again that we would reach the top any second. The incline just got worse, and my arms began to lose feeling.

Then I let go. I didn’t want to, but it was just too much weight for me to take. That was when the miraculous occurred. I did not fall, nor descend even an inch. I felt a pressure under my feet, a push from friends and family who were now driving me upward. I felt like the angels had lifted me. With them behind me, I found a new hope and resumed my crawl towards the hilltop.

With my friends and family pushing the bottom of my feet upward, I reached the top and immediately rolled over onto my back. I had never been so exhausted in my life. I ripped off the jacket and jeans I was wearing, and for the first time enjoyed a cool breeze and some rest for my tired arms and legs. I had conquered the myth of Sisphyus, and the feeling of relief was overwhelming.

Then I woke up, soaked with sweat. Time to climb the hill all over again.