11 July 2010
The Little Tibetan Inn, Pokhara, 6 am
I dreamed that I was the passenger in a car. The person driving was a supportive male friend. A turtle wandered into the road and flipped itself over right in the middle of the lanes. I made the driver stop, got out of the car, and stopped oncoming traffic. Then I carefully turned the turtle right side up and gingerly carried it to the side of the road. I had never picked up a turtle before and worried that I was hurting it by holding it only from its shell. When I set it down, it began to crawl toward the center of the highway again, propelled by some archaic instinct. I rescued it once more and again held it nervously while I scanned the area for the place that it seemed to be wanting to go. I saw a path leading down away from and then underneath the road to a glen. I set the turtle at the edge of a pool and watched it as it sat, stunned. Then it eased itself forward into the water and swam away. I climbed back up the hill, feeling very happy.
When I awakened I wondered if I had dreamed about rescuing myself. I had to leave the car driven by a supportive man and carry myself to water, safety, and freedom. I didn’t quite know how to carry myself, and worried about getting hurt. But it was essential to figure out how to save myself. Only then could I return to companionship with the person who has always been waiting for me.