Sharing a strange dream...

The dream is starting to fade…

 

You may think me mad… or weird or whatever… doesn’t matter. What matters is that I don’t forget. My eyes are tearing over the prospect that I might forget.

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The Dream

 

I was in Ireland (I think). Could have been anywhere… maybe Maine… but it felt like the Ireland of my dreams. I was wandering around fairly pointlessly, milling with people that didn’t ‘see it’… and thus, neither did I.  I was walking up and down the old streets haphazardly looking for something… and not knowing what.

As I passed an old wharf… like so many you see around Ireland and England (most are not pretty and picturesque like you imagine, but dirty and dingy looking). But this one looked fascinating… as there in the harbor were huge rock boulders in the water… and then part of an even older wharf… and then the sea. It had things in the harbor area that had rusted and just been left… old abandoned boats and what looked like a huge rusted slide… and there was junk all around.

A girl appeared… at least I think it was a girl.  She/He was odd looking, kind of strange with lots of long dark ratty hair… and an old floppy coat. As she passed me, she was talking to herself out loud and said that she might find those things here… meaning rocks on the muddy beach??? I don’t know what she meant, but I knew she was right… and that she belonged here.

I followed… with much joy (and found even more). She leaped from the boulders across the slushy muddy beach and bog, as well as the water that lay between us and just made it to the wharf’s edge. There were a few old folks watching. I looked at the expanse and thought out loud, ‘I don’t have that much jump in me’.

Later, I found myself on the older wharf looking into the deep churning sea and up at the sky and knew this was what I was looking for. This was it… a sense of adventure and freedom… and inexplicable wonder bubbled up inside me and no matter how hard I try, I can’t describe it adequately. I can only thank God for allowing me to remember it (yes, I had a similar experience years ago, but the memory has faded).

Now I was on top of the giant rusted slide looking at my friend on the wharf and mirroring in her eyes this shared joy. As I looked around me, so many things on the town-side looked shabby, all but an old painted green building which seemed to glow with charm. I asked her where she lived and she pointed there… and I knew it… even as she pointed.

Then, as I thought of swimming in the sea, I somehow lost hold of the joy… let ‘fear’ creep in, and the weird island in the water now moved slightly and I saw millions of tiny pink tentacles in the water… and I was afraid. When our eyes met, she saw the ‘fear’ and the thought that ‘I’d been betrayed’ in mine. Then, I saw the ‘No! Stay with me!’ in hers.

I chose to trust… and jumped in! Immediately I knew that it was alright. The tentacles (if they existed at all) only helped to lift me and I found myself back on the wharf with my new friend.  She/He was beaming. We headed towards the green building. Her/His mom(?) was there… so very happy to see me and I could feel how proud she was that her child had found someone to share the joy.

And I did. She/He was not a wild child… but perhaps an angel??... sent to remind me that the something I’m looking for is still there. It’s real. We just lose sight of it in our every day lives. But it does exist… and we mustn’t ever stop looking or be afraid ‘to see’.

 

Well, that’s it. When I went to bed that particular night, I hadn't felt so hot.  The areas behind my nose and throat were burning… and I figured that either I was coming down with something or having a sudden allergy attack.  I gargled, took a Tylenol, and crept into bed. When I awoke the next morning, my throat still felt a bit scratchy, but I lay there keeping my eyes closed trying to hold on to the feeling and remnants of the dream. I knew it would fade as the day progressed… so finally pulled myself up to sit and record it. 

 

I know this is a weird one. But I’m sharing it just the same as it was an important one (to me). I don’t know if our dreams are there to teach us, to remind us, to comfort, or if they’re simply a hodge-podge of stuff in our memories (maybe all of the above). But personally, I think there’s more to them than we know… and if anyone knows of any research being done (and there must be), I’d love to read about it. If so, leave a message in your comment or email me.

Thanks for reading

Hugs (virtual),

Rian