[A Dream Carl Jung had as a young man.]
About this time I had a dream which both frightened and encouraged me. It was night in some unknown place, and I was making slow and painful headway against a mighty wind.
Dense fog was flying along everywhere.
I had ray hands cupped around a tiny light which threatened to go out at any moment.
Everything depended on my keeping this little light alive.
Suddenly I had the feeling that something was coming up behind me. I looked back, and saw a gigantic black figure following me.
But at the same moment I was conscious, in spite of my terror, that I must keep my little light going through night and wind, regardless of all dangers.
When I awoke I realized at once that the figure was a “specter of the Brocken,” my own shadow on the swirling mists, brought into being by the little light I was carrying.
I blew, too, that this little light was my consciousness, the only light I have.
My own understanding is the sole treasure I possess, and the greatest.
Though infinitely small and fragile in comparison with the powers of darkness, it is still a light, my only light. ~Carl Jung, Memories Dreams and Reflections, Page 87.
