A dream last night that, on waking, left me with the thought that it was trying to tell me something. I was somewhere – it must have been Egypt, although there was nothing obviously Egyptian to be seen. Someone offered me a lift to Mount Sinai. It was apparently only an hour’s drive away. I thought – I’ve always wanted to go there. We walked towards it and came to the edge of a high cliff. Looking out across the desert we could see Sinai in the distance. There was a range of mountains with what I recognised as the characteristic shape of Sinai standing higher than the others. It looked surprisingly green. Thinking about it now I am not aware that Sinai has a characteristic shape but in the dream there was a moment of recognition when I saw it.
Then my companion started down the cliff, taking great leaps and slides. He reached the bottom and started walking towards the mountains. I called out for him to wait but he took no notice. I started to look for a way down but it was much too steep where the other man had gone – long precipitous slopes between the ledges. I did not feel agile enough to go leaping and sliding as he had done. I was afraid of getting hurt. I ranged along the cliff but everywhere else was higher or steeper. Then I woke. At first the dream did not seem too significant and then I began thinking about it. Why Mount Sinai?
The desire to get to Mount Sinai, the site of the theophany to Moses, seems obvious. I am desperately seeking my own theophany and, in my low moments, seem to be getting nowhere. Others seem to be able to go there easily but the obstacles appear too daunting to me. I am afraid to let go and leap forward. The trouble is in the dream I could see the way clearly with all its difficulties. Awake, I can see neither the goal nor the way to it.