I had another weird dream where I was pulling up the stakes to a tent. They came up easily, like tugging on loose string, and the tent collapsed on top of someone, who was swearing and thrashing at the fabric. Laughing, I did the same to a larger tent (much larger, like a circus big top–and multiple stories, somehow). It began to collapse–and people started screaming, so I swore and stopped. Then I was shifting rubble, looking for bodies. In the dream, I was upset and confused at the mayhem–it hadn’t been my intent or seemed possible, even in dream logic.
No idea what, if anything, such a dream means, but I took a stab at a translation.
* * * *
Pulling up Stakes
Steel spikes hammered in
grounding
fabric of dreams
and captured moonlight
Pull up the stakes
and dream-fabric
is buoyed on currents of air
and carried
far away
like a child’s lost balloon–
or a magic carpet ride
The only way to know
whether loss follows or gain
is to let go
