I am walking up towards the ridgeline on the upper part of a gambrel-roofed barn when I suddenly feel anxious about how I am going to get back down again. I am wearing green rubber boots which feel slippery on the roof as I begin to descend. As I get onto the steep part of the roof, I notice cracks and cavities eroded into the wood of the barn roof which I can use as footholds to keep from slipping. Eric, climbing down the barn roof just ahead of me, is also using the footholds. He is almost laughing, as if he is enjoying himself very much.

Inside the barn now, I realize I have been here before in previous dreams, and that there is no easy way to get out of the barn. There are several routes but each of them has its challenges, either frightening exposure or difficult climbing moves or rotted and crumbling holds, and I don't know how I'm going to get out, so I just tried the door instead. Someone has left it unlocked so I just open it and walk outside, and find myself just outside the door in the corner of the barn in Jackson. As

Eric's presence suggests that this is another dream about how I will go through the process of dying. That remains an open and troubling question for me but this dream implies that I will find it unexpectedly easy when the time comes. Eric, after all, has already been through that process and he seems happy. Whether or not his joy conveys either some truth or some unacknowledged belief about the afterlife, I do not know.