I never did, and evetually these dreams wore off. I occasionally dream about my body mutating or re-morphing in some way - tubes growing from my shoulders, my face shrivelling, that sort of thing, but by far and away the most common recurring dream that I have involves me being somewhere high up and either falling off or dropping something valuable (like a daughter) over the edge.
So far I have fallen from the following places (that I can remember):
- Blackpool Tower
- Aukland Space Needle
- Beachy Head
- Eiffel Tower
- Grand Canyon
- B52 Bomb bay doors
- Texryte House (Southgate Road, London, N1)
- Various non-existent places
- Berlin Fernsehturm
- Helicopter over Vietnam
- Helicopter over Derbyshire
- World Trade Center
- Cliff in Swiss Alps (on skis)
- Ski Lifts / Cable Cars
- Ships / Car Ferries
- Platform 1, Chesterfield Train Station
- Unidentified London Underground platforms.
In real life, I nearly jumped off a very large cliff on a mountain in North Wales when the part of the mountain I was on was covered in low cloud. I was undertaking my field mapping project at the time as part of my degree and after jumping down a few short four or five foot drops on my route across some outcrops, I automatically thought the next ledge would present a similar leap.
I changed my mind at the very last moment when I realised that I really couldn't see where I was jumping to. I sat down to write in my field notebook for a while instead. When the weather cleared and I peered over the edge at a long sheer drop, I felt my heart leap into my throat.
Then there was another time in a disused copper mine beneath Alderley Edge scanning the ground for samples for the Museum I was working in, where I discovered at the last moment that I had been walking backwards to the brink of a mineshaft.
1 comment:
You are a very entertaining writer Dave Serjeant. Oh, how your mind works both consciously and in that mysterious dreamland! So glad your falling has only been in dreams.
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