When I saw the moon the other night, I ran inside for my camera. By the time I got outside, the moon was hidden. Still, you can see a corner.
Dream: I am with my two college friends S and S. I am following them down a stairway under some kind of tunnel. I am carrying a weight, one of those small but heavy metal barbell kind of things. I carry it in one hand and with the other hold the handrail. We emerge from the tunnel into a snow filled land. There are three pathways. S and S take the nearest path. They jump into a huge icy puddle of water, swim under some ice and come out the other side and climb up onto a new pathway.
Brr, I think. I hate the cold. I don't want to go that way. I am not going to jump into the ice.
In one sense this is obvious. I feel I am carrying a heavy weight. I must find my own path, not just follow others. On the other hand, weight might mean wait. I must wait awhile before I find the path that is right for me. A time of waiting is what I feel I am in.