A Stumbling Block I admit that I am a perfectionist. I’ve always wanted to learn, and do the best that I could. Everything had to be just right, or it was a failure, and therefore I failed often. That was fine, or so I thought, because it kept me striving for better and more. It may be a way to improve, but it’s certainly not the best. Being a perfectionist, I wanted the best. I’m not sure when it started, but I noticed the problems that it caused early on. At first, I wanted to be the best at everything. However, the more things I attempted, the more things I gave up on because someone was better. At that point, I just wanted to be best at something. DREAM: I am standing by a creek. It is very dark, and it looks cold. The wind blows softly, but it is whistling. The only light is the white candle in my hand. I see a wooden bridge, and my family and closest friends are standing on one side of the bridge. They are silvery and incandescent, but they don’t look resemble ghosts. They have a blank expression among their faces. They are dressed as prisoners in torn, black, ragged clothing; and they look as if they are there for a long time. I begin to walk towards them, because they look trapped and I wish to help them. I glance sideways; then, all of a sudden, my candle goes out, and I don’t know where the bridge is anymore. I raise my foot to take a step, and then I hear a piercing sound of “craaaaaaaaaack”. However, the bridge doesn’t break. My feet take me across in the darkness, unharmed. INTERPRETATION: I can see two possible meanings based upon my personal symbols. One is that I have an important task ahead of me, which I have to carry out (my friends and family represent the personal importance of my task).
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