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Welcome to Camp Howling Lake of Hell...

Had a dream this morning that felt extremely important to note. I haven't felt like I've been having very symbolic dreams lately, but this one certainly touched on a healing that I didn't even know I was undergoing.
Last night my dad got married to his girlfriend of 13 years. It was a small ceremony at the municipal courthouse, performed by a judge. (Side note, as we were standing in the magistrate's office, waiting for the judge to arrive, I glanced at a wall of photos. Of the 30 or so photos on that wall, one face stood out from a group photo of 10 or so robed figures. His face caught me and I wondered if I'd seen him before. There was something very familiar about him. Later, he walked in as the judge who would be marrying Dad and Diane. Curious.)
During the ceremony, and afterward at the celebration dinner, I found myself being more comfortable with physical proximity with my dad, than I've felt before. We hugged - several times - close, meaningful hugs. I told him I love him, which is something that always felt a little awkward to say. I rubbed his shoulders when he was getting stressed out. These things. I didn't consciously take note of the effects of breaking down these barriers until this morning when I sat in contemplative analysis of my dream.
In the dream, I was at a summer camp in North-central B.C. known as the "Howling Lake of Hell." It was a super-deep glacially carved lake that had long been surrounded by bizarre phenomena - namely, the whirl-pool vortices that would occur every now and again on the lake surface; sometimes alone, sometimes several at a time. These whirlpools were so deep, they made this terrible howling noise that was only loosely explained by scientists. The prevailing myth about them was that they would appear mysteriously and had thus claimed the lives of children who had been swimming in the lake. The howls were said to be their screams coming from the bottom. Another myth surrounding the lake was that the devil lived at the bottom, in a structure not unlike Dante's inferno, and that he actively lured children into the lake to be sucked down into his lair.
While I was attending this camp, there were several children who were dazzled by strange, beautiful lights, enough to want to enter the water. We had to restrain them to keep them from going in. Also, there was a rumor circulating that there was buried treasure at the bottom of the lake and you could travel a whirlpool down to retrieve it.
For whatever reason, there was a moment where a bunch of people panicked at once and made a mad dash for the opposite shore. Some people got taken by the whirlpools and apparently all this commotion stirred up a bunch of the bodies that were already drowned because suddenly, the bodies of drowned, saponified girls started floating to the surface. Really creepy!
I'm not sure if I then entered the water and was sucked down, or if I was watching video from a camera that got sucked down, but I found myself a the bottom of the lake, entering the nested realms of the supposed devil. They were rooms that looked like the rooms in a house, filled with furniture and kitchen wares. I found the "devil" there and realized he didn't belong there. At that moment, there was a whirlpool that was so big and so deep that it stirred a sunken fishing boat that was at the bottom of the lake. The whirlpool took it to the surface and we rode it up. As we came to the surface, I had to shield my eyes from the brightness. As if my eyes were as sensitive as his, though he'd been down there aeons longer than I had.
When I brought him to shore, I dried him, dressed him, cleaned him off, and got him comfortable. Suddenly, I realized this "Devil" was really Allan, my first "boyfriend" from middle school. I made sure he was comfortable, then decided I needed to go to bed. He was appreciative and I left him sitting there, not sure if I would see him again.
This is curious to me, because of Allan's connection in my psyche, to my father. When Allan and I began "dating" - more a label than a description - Dad and I were really awkward about it. He joked with me about the relationship, which only made me feel more awkward. Dad and I haven't been able to talk about relationship things hardly at all, and our physical relationship has been sparse.
Last night, I felt a release of that and I feel like the symbolism of the dream is an expression of that release, as if I was literally dredging this first "boyfriend" from the depths of my psyche, where he'd been trapped and made out to be evil. I pulled him forth, spruced him up and sent him on his way. I wonder how this will change my future relationship with my father.

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