Marble Slab

[fiat_knox]

 

One of the other dreams I had was when I was, for some reason, digging turf on top of a tall Alpine mountain above a steep valley. No idea why I was doing this, or why I was so close to a precipice, but bear with me.

Below me was a narrow road, maybe 333 metres down; and this road curved around the lip of a sheer precipice 650 metres high, over a lush green valley far below.

There were people in that valley, apparently engaged in agricultural activities. I had taken my square of turf off, and that had cleared some topsoil, so I was on my way out when some new guy came along with a pickaxe and started to use that on the topsoil.

There was a deeply ominous crack and a thump which I felt with my feet. A four-ton rectangular slab of marble just broke off from the top of the cliff, fell to the road, bounced off the ledge, and spun as it continued its journey straight down.

The slab didn't kill anyone, but it landed on a farmhouse which was at the base of the precipice, crushing it. The slab did'nt land on its end, or its edge - it landed flat, a horizontal slab of marble.

Last thing I remember of that dream was standing in the valley, staring up at the chip in the top of the rock face 983 metres up, and a tiny figure right at the top.