I think that this dream first occurred some time after I was 10 (1972). It continued for quite some time, though the frequency decreases over time, and then stopped apart from the odd reoccurrence in my mid 20’s. The dream is in black and white and always very short.
I stand in a field of broken cubes. They are about 5 times bigger than me and made of stone. It is a very sad sight. It is the ruins of my soul. They are meant to be stacked in a great arch up into the sky. They are not. They lie as rubble on the ground. I do not know how to put them back together.