Night of January 17, 2015. Saturday.

I am in a calm relaxed mood in my present home on W Street, but I realize something eerily dynamic is up somewhere in the area near where I am resting. I see a horseless rocking horse “rocking” on the ceiling (in the same manner as if it were on the floor but upside-down) a short distance from one side of the room. I also get a vague impression of a robotic spider (concerning potential dynamics) but that is only a very subtle association in the back of my mind. The horseless rocking horse continues to rock in the one spot only, for a fairly short time.

I get a slight impression that I should be “terrified of this nightmare” and yet in “reality” (my dream’s falsely-rendered “reality” that is), I am only puzzled and then very mildly amused at the idea and weird imagery.

This short pseudo-nightmare is seemingly a continuation of residual energies from the black rocking horse representing the “final” destination as in my other dream (“Rocking Horse Epilogue”) on the sixteenth and seems to be an extreme representation of loss of life just as dismantling a baby cot (or cradle) also represents death (just before my sister died - other than having literal precognition of her condition with no way of me knowing in reality, I dreamed that she and her husband were dismantling a baby cot even though they never had children of their own). However, I am feeling more myself again on the twenty-sixth (January) after my dehydration experience.

Note that the upside-down horseless rocking horse also resembles a section of an arched gateway, including a section that also looks like a ladder - two more subtle associations with mortality and organic or spiritual change.