In the first part of the imagery, my road is dry: there is a feeling of being parched, without nourishment. I get the sense that this is a reflection of how I feel unfufilled, spiritually starved on my path right now. The road, which I describe in the intial section as a path, I believe it is a metaphor for my life. It strikes me that it's old, and I feel like I have been aimlessly wandering down this road for along time with no progress. There is the sense of plodding along without making any further progress, which aptly describes my discouragement over my own ineffectual 18 year healing (?) process to date. The other thing is that the road is hardly distinguishable from the rest of the earth around it,stretching to the horizon, which reflects how I feel like my whole life is immersed in this depleted, hopeless mood.

The water part really resonates for how I don't relate to my own feelings. First I cross it in an aerial ferry, passing over the river far below in a deep dangerous canyon. I have a fear of my feelings, and all the rational reasons otherwise does not soothe this fear. This is expressed by how I can sense the rapid flowing of the river, much like the way I can feel my emotions churning deep within me - yet, like the murkiness, I have no clarity, no connection to what my feelings are about. Even observing them I feel nausea, like lurching in my stomach as I cross over on the swinging aerial ferry. It also strikes me that I am vulnerable and exposed - the ferry does not appear to be a safe reliable vessel, but it's travel on the ferry, or stay stuck on the river bank. Kind of how I view therapy right now - I don't have a lot of faith in myself or the process, and it's scary. I very well might fail. Still, to do nothing is to give up entirely.

The thing with the house, is that it's a little worn, but not worn out. It's not a trashed, contaminated house - more neglected. I also note that it looks empty, but that's only a first impression. There's nothing to indicate the house couldn't become a lovely home with a little bit of elbow grease from me. I stand back at this part of the image, reluctant to get close. I believe the whole imagery around the house is how I relate to my inner self.

The cup is beautiful, a one of a kind sort of art piece. I am fascinated with the moonstone bowl, the smooth cool texture of it. The blood by contrast is vital, supernatural- almost eerily alive, with huge chunks of clots and repulsive by contrast to the harmony of the cup. I am confused about what this part of the imagery relates to, and have no certain linkage with it as I do with the previous parts of the imagery.

The thing with the obstacle is I can't really tell what it is, even though it completly blocks my path. Because of my ignorance it seems unsurmountable. Indeed, the height to the first step seems to symbolize how I don't know how to deal with my challenges, my emotional numbness especially. Interesting that my numbness is a wall, and that's what the stair appears to be. Anotehr stirking element is it's slippery and I feel that way about trying to stay with my healing, I guess. I don't know if the slipperiness is an intrinsic characteristic of something, or if it's related to the way I can distract (unheality) with my mind, living as I do from the neck up.

That's about it for my road interview;which really surprised me since I don't visualize well. I wonder what the next step is, if anyone has any suggestions I'd be happy to hear them.
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