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Surfing the Waves...

I felt as if I were being inundated with water through the whole dream this morning. In one form or another, I was battling water troubles. I needed to cross a river but my boat wasn't floaty and I was terrified of getting wet, so I'd get in it and then it would nearly sink and I'd jump back on shore, no closer to my destination.

Dan and I and Keira were in a house that was at the water's edge. We had a little strip of sandy beach and Keira wanted to play out there. We figured it would be fine, but it wasn't long before we realized how violent the waves were. They were crashing up and covering the whole beach, lapping at the house and threatening to come in the windows. I really didn't want to get wet, so Dan and I were yelling at her to come inside before the next wave hit; they only seemed to be getting bigger.
Just as she was on her way back in, a massive wave crashed and was threatening to drown the house. I closed all the windows, but the one that Keira was running for. The wave hit and Keira was knocked off her feet. Luckily, she was close enough to the window that Dan and I both reached out and grabbed for her. We held on tight as the wave receded. I'm not sure how water didn't come in the house, but we could see the next wave and this one was sure to do it. We pulled Keira in just as the wave crashed and got the window closed. As we did, the water from the wave flooded up to the house and almost completely covered the windows. More waves came and the windows were nearly obscured with dark, foaming water.

I was walking with a big group of friends and we had a long way to go. We were high on a hill and we wanted to get to the beach. There were stairs and ramps and such leading down the edge of the escarpment, but accompanying it was a water slide that was shallow, but looked much easier than walking the whole way. Again, I was afraid to get wet and it looked like it would hurt and I didn't know if it would take me exactly where I was going. So I opted to take the long way and just walk down.
Finally, we got to the beach. It was lovely - white sands and crystal water. But the waves were out of control. They were huge and destructive and would come up suddenly and wash over the whole beach. There was no way to avoid them. People would be sitting, far back from the water's edge and the waves would relentlessly find them and reduce them to a confused panic when they'd be washed over and left in a foamy, sandy swirl.
I resigned to the idea of getting wet, but I had some things with me that I valued and wanted to be safe. I had a scarf, like the one we got at the wedding. It was soft and nice and expensive and I didn't want it getting salty or sandy or especially swept away by these enormous waves. I also had a single stem rose from the wedding. I'd wanted to hang it and dry it as a memento of the experience. I tucked these two sacred objects high up in some tree branches, feeling secure that they couldn't be reached by the waves. Then I just went for it. I ran out into the water, jumping as a wave roared past. They frequency was intense and the frequency of large rolling waves was almost impossible to manage. People were getting tossed all over the place. But the shape of the waves was perfect. They were voluminous barrels. Not hollow, like traditional waves, but solid and strong. I found a big one, growing in strength as it roared toward shore. I began paddling with all my might and as the wave picked me up, I angled myself slightly and cupped my hands, to catch as much water as I could. It was a perfect catch. The wave swept me along, in a graceful body surf. As the wave washed over shore and made a mess of people's beach towels and tossed their belongings, I smoothly sailed up and stood easily where the wave deposited me. It was the most awesome feeling. At one point, the waves became rough and I experienced getting taken under and tossed. It wasn't fun, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as actually being tossed by a wave and I was able to surface quick and easy. My rose had been shaken from the tree and destroyed, but I was having too much fun to care. It I'd wasted any more time caring about material things, I couldn't enjoy the experience. So I let it go.
I spent a while in the dream just running back out and catching these waves. Some people caught on and tried but none could surf with as much ease and grace as I.
Eventually the dream turned more challenging and not nearly as much fun, but I take my metaphor from the fear I had in entering the water, and the ease I felt when I finally found my flow.

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