Gracias a la Viva!

Woke up high and happy today.

After what seems like a long time, my dream took me to that ocean – cove to be exact – once again…

To get there, there were a lot of unnecessary logistics in excruciating detail (yes, inside the dream!), which I will not record here. But there I am, walking on the sand, barefoot, and you beside me. Holding me to your side with your left arm flung around my waist casually but firmly. Can’t recall what mundane logistics we talk about but it doesn’t matter. It’s a long walk to my cove, there are lots of people all around on the beach where we walk. But nothing matters…

Mysteriously and suddenly you vanish [like that fleeting, abbreviated smile]. Strangely for me, I don’t wonder why or feel sad. I am headed to the water…

I am in the water, out of my depth even before I register seeing the water. After a moment of mild panic, I notice things in the familiar cove. Today the water is not light aquamarine like I remember it. It is a deep Prussian blue… but not quite black or ominous. This is the only cove I’ve “seen” where there is a high sand bank, forming a natural barrier against the open ocean. For the record, I’ve never seen a cove like this in real-life. In the shallow water on top of this sand bank, is a happy, sunny scene – some little girls in bright stripey swim suits, laughing and playing “mud”.

As I watch in horror and fascination, a huge Prussian blue wave looms above the sand bank. I think, I should be facing it, not away… and with that thought as I try to turn myself around in the water, the wave washes over me. I come up gasping for air, take in huge gulps. I feel so co-ordinated with the waves – a few more waves wash over me, I float about inside my safe little cove, without fear of being washed out to sea…

The dream meanders along, there are other snippets of half-conversations, a long dimly lit passage with a cubicle to one side – some strangers gathered in the cubicle, just in from the cove. Someone pulls me in to join in the conversation… a noisy, cozy, comfortable, friendly place.

But my mind is full of that midnight blue, I float in it, with all other thoughts wiped clean from my mind. I love this place, am so happy to be back there in my dream.

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