Walking on the Edge

I had a dream last night. The dream was so real, and it projected across my subconcious in such vivid color and imagery, that I feel I should record it. It felt... important. When I woke up, I could still see my dream with my waking eyes. 

I dreamed that I was on the very top of a glacier-blanketed mountain. I looked out in front of me, and there was a path. The path was treacherous, and terrifying, barely wide enough to walk on. It seemed that it was scraped out of the side of the mountain in such a way, that it must have been God Himself who carved it. 

I knew that I must take the path, that I must walk it, despite my intense fear and debilitating doubt. I could not see where the path led, I just knew that it was the only path, the only way. 

As I looked down at myself, I noticed I had a rope around my waist. As I looked back, I noticed a long line of people who were connected to me by the rope. There were family, friends, and people I loved extending back behind me. As I looked ahead, there were others in front of me on the path, too; but I was not connected to them, I was at the front of the rope line.  

The mountain path was covered with ice, and surrounded by snow. It was so steep, and so high, that I could not see the bottom. 

There was just... nothing. 

As I began to walk onto the path, I realized that if I fell, I would take everyone I was roped to with me. The pressure was immense, and I felt the weight of it on my very soul. As I began my walk, I could hear shrieks of fear from all around me. The screams came from in front of me as people fell off the trail into the abyss, and from behind me, as people realized they could fall. But the loudest screams came from inside of me, because I knew that I must NOT fall. 

I felt the ice beneath my feet, as it threatened my ability to move. I moved so slowly, so carefully. When the path became too perilous pushing me to the very edge, a handrail would appear. I grabbed onto the safety of the rail with all of my strength, and I would not let go. I knew if I were to let go, we would all go... down into the gulf of the nothingness. 

My dream continued on in this way, with just a continuous vision of walking on this death-defying path, trying not fall, and trying not bring everyone down with me. 

It was like watching a movie and I could see different angles and perspectives, zooming in and out on the trail and the mountain. I could feel the fear of walking the path, and the desire to just hold onto the railing for dear life. 

My dream had no resolution. 

I was not shown a bright light, a happy destination, or peaceful conclusion.  

I was just shown the path. 

The path I knew I must walk. 

The path I knew I must take, to protect the people that I love, who depend on me not to fall.  

I am still processing what I felt and saw. 

It was a lot.