I’m on the hill on which my parent’s home is situated. I’m thinking about going down to the little patch of land at the bottom section of my neighbour’s place.



I’m mindful of the fact that even though my neighbour’s don’t have their home on this particular section of land, they might still see me wandering about. I’m not that worried about it, but all the same, it is a potentiality I’m hoping to evade.



I wander up to the fence that separates the two sections of land, and am surprised to find that things have changed. Usually it would be a breeze to cross the fence. Sure - I’d need to be careful not to cut myself on the barbed wire, but basically it’d be a quick leap over the home-made, waist height fence that cuts down along the hill between the two properties. I see that this is no longer the case.



I am astonished to find that it’s been replaced with a high-line security fence, of an altogether different order. Clearly professionally installed, it cuts a stark image against the otherwise quiet surrounds. 


I must be feeling daring, or perhaps it started out looking less dangerous. I attempt to tackle it - thinking I’ll probably be okay to make my way over it. Yet I don’t get far. Before long, what seems like an “alarm” begins to ring. I stall, panicking a little.. and then - within moments...



A gate opens up in the fence, and before me appears one of the “new neighbours”. She looks as though she’s in her early teens. She’s got freckles, fairly pale skin and long brown hair. She seems a part of the landscape - a girl, outside, exploring, maybe riding a horse.. It’s not concern she greets me with, but rather a smile. 


I can’t remember what we talk about, but as I step through the gate, and onto the steep section of land the neighbour’s own, I notice something unusual. Looking up at her, I can see that there are large rocks standing out above the hillside. They remind me of the rocks one can see in Nimbin. But here, right near my house! This shouldn’t be happening, but if it is wow, so be it! It’s a pretty amazing sight, and one I feel obliged to share, if only to make sense of this mystery.



I tell her she should swap places with me.



“Check this out”.



I take a few steps up the very steep, and fairly rocky surface. Now It seems more like a cliff than a hill. As she swaps positions with me and looks up, one of her teenage friend finds a spot higher on the hill. In a move her friend seems to think rather funny, she throws what appears to be a stick down. My neighbour seems to teeter and wobble on the face of the hillside. I suddenly become quite afraid, feeling that not only she could drop at any moment, but that I could too.



The rocky surface is slippery and it no longer feels safe.



Perhaps I have awoken into a lucid state of dreaming. Whatever the case, I certainly feel more conscious.  I know for example that this whole scene that’s being played out has another, much deeper connotation. That this cliff/hillside is symbolic. It is somehow symbolic of Atlantis. In fact the sequence of events that led me to this part of the dream, are in a way a representation of my resurfacing in the myth.



I feel the energies of Spiritual Powers far larger than I - gripping tight, holding the story or memory of Atlantis in place, against a force that seemed set to make it crumble. The story is told using the image of the cliff-face - the same scenery of which I myself am a part.



Words now appear in my inner vision. Words I relate to this tale of Atlantis, but words that also seem extremely relevant to the situation in which I now find myself.


“Things You Hold With Your Hands”.



These words seem to give me new strength. I feel myself aligned with those same spiritual powers protecting the memory of Atlantis; determined to bring things into my grasp, to regain my stability on this difficult cliff edge.