The last time I overslept, I dreamt I was in a vertical cave. I was crawling through narrow caverns that went up and over. There was a bear at the mouth of the cave. She was with her cub. She treated me like her cub. She was soft, her fur was brown, I felt safe and happy.
Today, I overslept. I dreamt back in time - like some sliver of my subconscious is forever trapped in March or January, last summer or the previous winter. I dreamt vertically, instead of horizontally left-to-right. It really makes me wonder ...
I was supposed to wake up at 8AM.
I woke up at 1PM.
5 extra hours.
What do individuals symbolize in dreams? Or the number 5.