A night on the steps again

My most commonly recurring dream traps me in a large dark building full of Escher steps. It is not hard to interpret, I suppose. It is often based on my old tenement in Leith, but widened into further dimensions, and I can see where I want to get to and the steps that seem to lead me there, but when I climb I soon arrive at an impossible gap, so I retrace my path and try again on what seems from a distance to be the correct route, but then I return again to a different but also impossible geography to negotiate, etc, etc, etc., and always on the edge of precipitous drops just ready to suck me downward to my doom. I was on the stairs again last night, and awoke exhausted, and then immediately wondering about the important news I am awaiting about a possible and precious major new endeavour. The dream is not hard to interpret, but I wish it would cease, and I would never again be trapped to spend an evening on the impossible and impassable stairways.


M. C. Escher