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THE DREAM JOURNAL
OF L. CARUANA


THE SWIRLING VORTEX

       At the time of this dream, I was living in Vienna. The dream takes place in a section of Vienna called 'The Devil's Triangle'. This used to be the Jewish Quarter of Alt Wien, and has a haunting character at night. In its midsts, situated atop a steep climb of stairs, stands St. Ruprechtskirche. Dating from the 12th century, it is one of Vienna's oldest churches.

       In the dream, I was walking in Vienna's old Jewish quarter along Fleischmarktgasse towards St. Ruprechtskirche. To my right was a large stucco wall. As I turned its corner onto Judengasse, I saw a series of steps leading up to the church. Suddenly, my vision narrowed and I lost my balance. I stumbled, and had the impression that I was going to fall headlong into an abyss.
      And indeed, I did plunge into a horrible abyss
above me. I began falling UP, out of control, unable to stop myself or hold on to anything. Above me was a mælstrom, a swirling vortex, and I was being sucked into its centre. Desparately, I tried to twist, turn, reach out, but I couldn't. All the people whom I had known on earth, loved or felt loved by, were thousands of metres beneath me, distant, and falling ever further. I was terribly alone. Desparately clinging to my last fragment of consciousness, I managed to move my arm ' really move my arm ' which then led to a wild thrashing about on my bed. I pulled myself out of the nightmare, and fell into wakefulness.

      I have since had a similar such dreams. Once, in Toronto, I was in an elevator in the spiralling car park at the airport. As soon as the doors closed, the lift ascended out of control at incredible speed. Another time, in Malta, I was swimming in the Mediterranean, and was overwhelmed, spun, and sucked into a terrible wave crashing down upon me. Each time, I had just separated from a girlfriend. And each time, I had chastized myself for waking myself up. But, over the course of the dream, I had no doubt that I had to escape this horrendous predicament.

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