Ocean Dreams
No headache today, but Fishbone bit me. I'm not sure why Fishbone was in such a bad mood this morning. She was acting up from around 8:30am. When I tried to take her out of her cage after the morning yogurt drop, she kept attacking my hand. Puberty related? I don't know.
I feel better than yesterday but only by a little. Still tired. I woke up to dreams of the ocean. In one part I waded into the ocean with a book until the water was about thigh high. The whole bottom of the ocean floor was just sand. I didn't want to wade in any further because I was still wearing my clothes. I started to read the book while enjoying the feel of the water and sound of gentle waves. I must have lost track of time while reading (like in real life) because I am suddenly standing in chest deep water. The tide is coming in and I'm annoyed that my clothes are now wet. Then I feel a little panic as I see higher waves coming towards me from the distance. I definitely don't want to be this far from shore when they hit me. Progress towards the shore is slow because of the rougher waves and also because there's a current now pulling me further down the shore (parallel to the shore). I'm not as concerned about the current so much as worried that my book is now soaking wet and I'm having trouble keeping it above the water. In the end I give that up and decide to use the book to help me paddle faster (like a fin on my hand). As I swim slowly towards the shore I think about how I still have to walk to the condo we're staying in and I'm going to feel icky with my wet clothes on.
In another part of the dream my mother and I rent a boat. I'm in control of the rudder, but I can't seem to control the direction of the boat very well. I think I don't know how to turn off the motor either -- I'm wondering how to stop and start over. There are many people on the beach and boats in the water. I'm desperately trying to avoid them and somehow I seem to be doing that, barely. Then an odd thing happens. Our boat is heading toward the beach and before I can turn it around it goes on shore and keeps on going through the sand! I'm amazed and wondering how the motor blades are managing to push us through sand. We get back in the water and a little later my Mom and I notice that we're starting to sink because water is seeping in from somewhere. We must have damaged the boat when we were on land (that seems silly now). We pull up beside a out-cropping of rock and hold on to the rock while rescuers come to save the boat. Darn! My clothes are wet again. A young caucasian man arrives first. He looks the boat over and finds a tear. I'm surprised to see him pull out duct tape to patch it up. His supervisor comes later and tells him to stop. He says the boat's done for. It'll have to be towed to shore and junked. I feel guilty about the damage and wonder if I have enough money to pay for the boat. I know I don't, which means I'll have to borrow from Mom. That makes me feel worse. The rescuers/ boat owners don't seem to even care that one of their boats is now useless. They tell me they'll get me another boat to ride. They even seem a little apologetic about the whole thing as if they shouldn't have had a boat that was about to break rented out. Weird. It doesn't feel right. I'm left sitting in a boat and wondering what's going on.
I feel better than yesterday but only by a little. Still tired. I woke up to dreams of the ocean. In one part I waded into the ocean with a book until the water was about thigh high. The whole bottom of the ocean floor was just sand. I didn't want to wade in any further because I was still wearing my clothes. I started to read the book while enjoying the feel of the water and sound of gentle waves. I must have lost track of time while reading (like in real life) because I am suddenly standing in chest deep water. The tide is coming in and I'm annoyed that my clothes are now wet. Then I feel a little panic as I see higher waves coming towards me from the distance. I definitely don't want to be this far from shore when they hit me. Progress towards the shore is slow because of the rougher waves and also because there's a current now pulling me further down the shore (parallel to the shore). I'm not as concerned about the current so much as worried that my book is now soaking wet and I'm having trouble keeping it above the water. In the end I give that up and decide to use the book to help me paddle faster (like a fin on my hand). As I swim slowly towards the shore I think about how I still have to walk to the condo we're staying in and I'm going to feel icky with my wet clothes on.
In another part of the dream my mother and I rent a boat. I'm in control of the rudder, but I can't seem to control the direction of the boat very well. I think I don't know how to turn off the motor either -- I'm wondering how to stop and start over. There are many people on the beach and boats in the water. I'm desperately trying to avoid them and somehow I seem to be doing that, barely. Then an odd thing happens. Our boat is heading toward the beach and before I can turn it around it goes on shore and keeps on going through the sand! I'm amazed and wondering how the motor blades are managing to push us through sand. We get back in the water and a little later my Mom and I notice that we're starting to sink because water is seeping in from somewhere. We must have damaged the boat when we were on land (that seems silly now). We pull up beside a out-cropping of rock and hold on to the rock while rescuers come to save the boat. Darn! My clothes are wet again. A young caucasian man arrives first. He looks the boat over and finds a tear. I'm surprised to see him pull out duct tape to patch it up. His supervisor comes later and tells him to stop. He says the boat's done for. It'll have to be towed to shore and junked. I feel guilty about the damage and wonder if I have enough money to pay for the boat. I know I don't, which means I'll have to borrow from Mom. That makes me feel worse. The rescuers/ boat owners don't seem to even care that one of their boats is now useless. They tell me they'll get me another boat to ride. They even seem a little apologetic about the whole thing as if they shouldn't have had a boat that was about to break rented out. Weird. It doesn't feel right. I'm left sitting in a boat and wondering what's going on.