I had a craZEE dream last night.
I was at this state park of some kind on this cliff. The cliff was kind of small and had another cliff like it across from it. I was on the left side and there was a path underneath. There was this large boulder on that side and there were some buckles with carabiners and ropes attached. I had a rope in my hand that was kind of long and I was walking along the edge. Then my foot slipped and I was falling. I held onto the rope and it swung me through the in between space over people's heads, and then shot me up, up, upwards into the sky. I still held onto the rope and eventually I was so high I couldn't even see the boulder. Then as I came back down, it was going to slingshot me up again, but I was coming down near where I had fallen, so I jumped when I was close enough and closed my eyes, bracing for impact. The next thing I knew, I was standing by my mom and nobody had even noticed. Later we went to church and my dad kept cracking "Dancing with the clouds" jokes.
In hindsight, I probably would be at the hospital instead of church. And this hasn't helped my fear of heights one bit. (Technically, I don't have a fear of heights, I have a fear of falling from a great height.)
I was at this state park of some kind on this cliff. The cliff was kind of small and had another cliff like it across from it. I was on the left side and there was a path underneath. There was this large boulder on that side and there were some buckles with carabiners and ropes attached. I had a rope in my hand that was kind of long and I was walking along the edge. Then my foot slipped and I was falling. I held onto the rope and it swung me through the in between space over people's heads, and then shot me up, up, upwards into the sky. I still held onto the rope and eventually I was so high I couldn't even see the boulder. Then as I came back down, it was going to slingshot me up again, but I was coming down near where I had fallen, so I jumped when I was close enough and closed my eyes, bracing for impact. The next thing I knew, I was standing by my mom and nobody had even noticed. Later we went to church and my dad kept cracking "Dancing with the clouds" jokes.
In hindsight, I probably would be at the hospital instead of church. And this hasn't helped my fear of heights one bit. (Technically, I don't have a fear of heights, I have a fear of falling from a great height.)

