Dream of the Mired Giant


It is nighttime. As first-person point of view, I’m in a pit of what seems to be quicksand, although I’m not sinking but simply stuck. I hear the word block booming repeatedly, rhythmically, like a shamanic drum beat. Across from me in the pit is a giant. We don’t move or speak; we simply look at each other.
We are both stuck, blocked from moving forward and out. It is still and timeless. It is the windless night.

Preliminary Evaluation

Who or what is the giant? Whoever he is, we are in this mess together, unable to move forward. We aren’t speaking, aren’t cooperating to find a way out. DreamWalker and my husband both think the giant represents Daniel Ingram, and the moon-shaped pool of earth element is the copyright dispute and the stultification of MCTB2.

My initial thought on waking was that the giant reminded me of the giants in Game of Thrones, the ones who stamp out the undead White Walkers of the night. The other thought that quickly occurred to me is that the giant is a Goliath. But I deliver no slings and arrows, no rocks. We are both stuck in rock so long as standoff silence prevails. There is no fear, sadness, or any feeling tone whatsoever to the dream. It just is, a simple statement of plain fact. It is a cosmic, timeless situation that we are caught in. It is not personal.

What am I blocked from doing? I’m not sure. I will do some structured dreamwork on this dream this weekend and write out the results.


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