Anchoring myself, I reached down, endured the physical strain, and pulled them both up to safety, leaving the little one to run across the roof in pure joy. When a school administrator came up to ask what happened, I brushed off her praise, quietly remembering my own childhood fall and knowing that no child should ever have to suffer like that.
The dream seems some mixed memory of the past superimposed upon the psychological fear of inner fall leading to pain and then the hope of being saved. The lady is probably some part of mental Prakriti.
Affectionately,
Alok da
