Three nightmares:
A baby, a ladder, a criminal
The baby has a slit neck, blood oozing, gruesome.
A set of ladders, in place of escalators, in the center of a glittering shopping mall. I avoid the climb down.
The criminal invades our home. He sits with my daughter as she draws, chatting with her, influencing her.
It’s risky. No matter how difficult it is for me, it’s time.
Creepy.
I know, sorry! I recently read Jung to Live By, which is a lot about dreams. In it, he recommends against trying to interpret dreams. So I’ve been trying to just take note of my dreams without reading anything into them.