Wild Waters

I had one of the strangest dreams last night.

Imagine a beautiful beach, extremely crowded. Not just the sandy shoreline, but the water. Hundreds of people linger in the cloudy water. Waves as tall as skyscrapers crash with force against them, throwing them out of the water and back into the surf. There is a rope of some sort, separating the deep end of the ocean from the bay. I see swimmers scrambling past the rope, drowning, feet desperately seeking the bottom of the floor.

I stand on the edge, feet halfway planted in the sand, the surf crashing around and stinging my feet. “I can’t go out there,” I think to myself. “I can’t swim. I can’t go past the rope.”

I see people’s arms flailing, some swimming in the deep unknown with ease, others failing and falling under with each forceful wave. The people who have not passed the rope get thrown with the waves back onto the sandy beach behind me. They couch with baited breathe and hold onto their sore bones. I see a boy running into the surf. He throws himself against the waves and plunges deep into the cloudy water. Passed the waves, passed the rope and he clings to the people who are going under.

“Trust” a voice says. “I won’t let you drown.”

I stand watching this, the whole while not moved by the waves pushing and pulling the sand beneath my feet.

I frozen, fearful, nervous and yet excited.

“Trust,” the voice says again. “I won’t let you,” …

and I woke up.

I’m pretty sure I know what my dream meant… my interpretation later. I’m curious to hear everyone elses

~ by kirbyrice on April 6, 2009.