The Threat of Falling

Last night I had a downright frightening dream.

First, some back story. In my town, there used to be a cross that overlooked the city. It was to honor fallen veterans. During December, they would light it for the holidays. Easter too. Eventually, people protested enough that it was religious and should be taken down, so it was. One of our religious universities has it on their grounds now.

In my dream, they were airlifting the cross from somewhere. No idea where. And for another reason I don't know, a bunch of people, me included, had to ride on the airlifted cross. So while we are in mid-air without harnesses, me and some other people I don't know where hanging onto this cross.

I refused to open my eyes, but also couldn't grab hold of anything. I was holding on, but it wasn't secure. Then while we were flying through the air, the people beside me kept moving closer and closer to me. This shoved me closer to the edge. At one point, I could feel my foot reaching the edge and having no where else to go. I kept yelling, "Stop it, you guys!" And I kept trying to get a firmer grasp on something.

Eventually, the helicopter landed and were were told we could get off. I felt lucky to be alive.

What does all that mean? I know I'm afraid of heights, but the cross? I may need to look this one up.