Dream Traumatic action

     Like in many of my dreams, I was cast in an avatar-like role, where I have no relationship with the character other than at the present time, and with consequences stemming from present action,  In this dream, my representation was much like that of Kelly Ripa. 

    We were a party of friends staying at a large lodge. It was winter.  Poised on the approach to the quite luxurious facility stood a large and fine-featured  figure carved out of snow. A tall and imposing edifice. I was last in our party, and for some reason, out of an excess of exuberance, reached up and punched the snow figure in the jaw. To my horror, the whole thing crashed down, iconic snow figure lying on its side  in  the snow. There was no thought of doing anything but to leave, and quickly. We all did.

  Back in our room a short distance away, I felt horrible. I hoped no one had seen what had happened. Maybe there were no cameras out there. My husband, while supportive to a degree, was somewhat detached, as he had had no role in the assault on the snow figure. I tried to relax, but after a while a member of the lodge came to our door, and entered the room. I had gone into the bathroom, not wanting to be a part of any questioning, even if the man seemed good natured. I could tell from the voices that he  was getting closer to where I had concealed myself and the bathroom door was of a foldable construction, so my presence could be discovered. The tension was more than I could bear, so I left the cover of the bathroom and screamed at him to get out of our room. He left, but his mood had definitely darkened. We knew he knew what I had done. 

  I had to organize my thoughts into what would be a credible account. I couldn't say I had accidentally bumped the figure.  It had been located outside of the path of people entering or exiting. Maybe I could say I just wanted to tap its face, but not if the camera had shown me winding up to give it a roundhouse punch. And what could anyone do to help me. I'd had no reason and therefore no excuse. I was in torture.

   Another knock at the door. My husband/friend/partner answered and introduced me to the new visitor, a young priest also from the lodge. He sat beside me and began to talk. And that ended that episode.