Night

I am naked except for a black T-shirt, which is soaking wet. The reason it is wet is that I am standing in the pouring raid, in the middle of Liverpool. I am confused and frightened. It is night-time, and the few people who hurry by take no notice of me. Nevertheless, I am aware of my nakedness. But I don’t know what to do. I think I am on my way to the train-station, but I have left my brief-case at the university. I am afraid to go back to get it, but also afraid to go forward. I feel so vulnerable, and ashamed. How did I come to be in this place – LIKE THIS!

I continue to stand there. Rain plastering my hair; streaming down my face. Dripping off the T-shirt - which seems to have shrunk – onto my exposed genitals and thighs. Running down my legs and onto my bare feet, which are standing in a river of water, cascading down the pavement. Panic sets in. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

With a supreme effort of will, I force myself to wake up. Another nightmare – on the same theme. Of course, I understand the symbolism - I have a Diploma in 'Therapeutic Dreamwork’ – but I can’t stop the nightmares.