in which figgy posts a dream...
I never thought I was one of those people who have recurring dreams, but I found out last night that yes, indeed, I am. It's never been the exact same location or with the same people, but the situation is always the same: The Ocean Is Out to Get Me.
Last night, we were in a fancy beach hotel with my mother. We had dinner, and afterwards my mother insisted we go down to the beach.
The beach, in this case, was UNDER the hotel, so one had to reach it by going down to the basement, where the floor was made of sand, with the building's support columns running down along it. It was like being in a parking lot and underneath a pier at the same time. I could see the ocean as the floor went steeply down, and it was this bright, aqua shade of blue. I kept telling my mom I didn't want to get too close, because I could see these gigantic waves building up in the distance. A moment later and one of those freakishly huge waves was coming at us, and my mother and a few children ran out to meet it, yelling that I was a loser for not going to join them. I stood there, frozen for a moment as the wave crashed over them. Then I ran quickly behind a column and a second later the water hit the column so strongly everything shook. I felt absolutely terrified, thinking that the whole building was coming down on me, and that's when I woke up.
I was in a fetal position, knees pressed hard against each other, hugging the pillow like it was life support. I was so thrown off that I had to get up and turn on the light, and couldn't go back to sleep for at least another half hour. I hadn't woken up like that in years, and it was just disturbing. And then I remembered that this wasn't the first time I've dreamt something like that. It's always at some beach or another, and the ocean suddenly turns from calm and beautiful to insane, with hundred-foot waves that no one seems to care about but me. I know I've dreamt something similar at least three times.
It probably doesn't take a genius to figure out what this all means--anxiety, stress, feeling overwhelmed, etc.
It's interesting to find out these things about yourself.
Unusually serious,
-Fig.
Last night, we were in a fancy beach hotel with my mother. We had dinner, and afterwards my mother insisted we go down to the beach.
The beach, in this case, was UNDER the hotel, so one had to reach it by going down to the basement, where the floor was made of sand, with the building's support columns running down along it. It was like being in a parking lot and underneath a pier at the same time. I could see the ocean as the floor went steeply down, and it was this bright, aqua shade of blue. I kept telling my mom I didn't want to get too close, because I could see these gigantic waves building up in the distance. A moment later and one of those freakishly huge waves was coming at us, and my mother and a few children ran out to meet it, yelling that I was a loser for not going to join them. I stood there, frozen for a moment as the wave crashed over them. Then I ran quickly behind a column and a second later the water hit the column so strongly everything shook. I felt absolutely terrified, thinking that the whole building was coming down on me, and that's when I woke up.
I was in a fetal position, knees pressed hard against each other, hugging the pillow like it was life support. I was so thrown off that I had to get up and turn on the light, and couldn't go back to sleep for at least another half hour. I hadn't woken up like that in years, and it was just disturbing. And then I remembered that this wasn't the first time I've dreamt something like that. It's always at some beach or another, and the ocean suddenly turns from calm and beautiful to insane, with hundred-foot waves that no one seems to care about but me. I know I've dreamt something similar at least three times.
It probably doesn't take a genius to figure out what this all means--anxiety, stress, feeling overwhelmed, etc.
It's interesting to find out these things about yourself.
Unusually serious,
-Fig.