I learn lots of things from rock climbing. For me it’s a very profound philosophical experience. Embodied therapy.
Last night in my dream I climbed to the top of a climb before I realised I had no belayer. And worse still I had pulled the belayer end of the rope up with me. I was stuck at the top. It was a moment of pure fear.
Somehow my brain concocted a story (even I didn’t believe) to get me down safely: The rope changed colour, and someone lept, grabbed and pulled the belayer end. I got down to the floor and moved aside just as a large weight fell that would have otherwise crushed me.
I must have watched too many James Bond movies. But, I appreciated that my brain chose for me to live fantastically rather than die realistically.