I had a fall. (I fell off the kitchen bench)! I don’t call it an accident because, as I keep saying, I don’t believe in accidents. Re-living the incident later, I had missed my footing. And because of a moment of indecision at a crossroads between choices. Jarred spine. Wrenched muscles. Blood everywhere. Bruised. But I’d landed on my feet.
I’d missed my footing. At a crossroads. Landed on my feet. I had a vivid dream that night. I was lying on a bed. In hospital. A nurse came to me. She held up a sheet of paper to my face. They were blood test results. “No-one should die alone, ” she said to me. “I’m going to die?” I asked, surprised. She made no reply, lay down next to me, though on the bottom half of my bed. She was keeping vigil with me. Not unnaturally, I found this dream disturbing.
On closer inspection, the nurse was an actress who played a midwife in a current TV drama series. A midwife. That put a less negative complexion on the dream. It was about death, yes, but also – and predominantly – about birth. The nurse was keeping vigil with me out of compassion while I endured the painful process of the ending of an important life cycle but predominantly – because of her nursing specialism – for the birth of another.
Going deeper into the dream, I saw that I was wearing a long-sleeved, ankle-length, salmon-pink nightgown. I scanned my psyche but couldn’t recall ever having possessed a salmon-pink nightie. Any salmon-pink garment, in fact. In fact, I don’t particularly like pink. There’s something fishy going on here, I thought.
And as this tale – or even tail – is getting long and I have other fish to fry today, check back for Part Two of An Auspicious Accident.
The image is a close-up of a section of the distressed hull of our Albin Vega – the boat we are doing up. I identify, as my fall resulted in a similarly distressed hull!
- The Dream Journal (thegreatjohn.wordpress.com)
- Tv Ramblings 09 – Call the Midwife (swytla.wordpress.com)