We are in a city and I know that later in the day, we will cross over the water to the inner city. The city is Jerusalem, but it is moated between the outer and inner city.
I had this dream the day before my first chemotherapy treatment.
Crossing over made me think of my death--that I was facing my death.
Later in the day: I realized that it was not yet time.
The inner city also seemed like my soul center, that I was making preparations to enter that centered place.