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qosVery strange dreams last night.... and evidently was not the only one. . .
I'm not going to include all the details, but in the first one I was with what appeared to be the characters from Pirates of the Caribbean, rowing across the water in three or four longboats. Elizabeth had what looked like an 8-1/2x11 photograph that she kept trying to show me, but I refused to look. I knew that the image on it was that of a drowned woman, and I was deeply afraid to actually see it -- terrified, in fact. I kept myself far away from Elizabeth, refusing to look even in her general direction, or look up at all, lest she force the image on me.
Later I was on either a big boat or a pier, and when I looked down into the water I saw dozens of commercial airliners broken in pieces at the bottom.
I've always had a good relationship with actual water, always loved swimming, boating, being around the water. Elemental Water, however, has been tough, although over the past couple of years I've been making peace with it. After my existential crisis, I developed a deep and intense fear of flying that only lifted again in the past year or so, apparently as a side-effect of my deepened spiritual practices.
The rest of the dreams were not as intense, but remained fraught.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
queenofhalves was there, kissing another woman in a public market in my city while tourists photographed them. My sister showed up later, and there was an intense conflict about a broken plate. A dog ran away and caused a woman to fall from a low balcony and be seriously injured. My daughter was playing among a large group of dogs and young children, and the adults around them were doing nothing to protect children or dogs from each other's carelessness and recklessness.
All in all, I was glad to get up this morning. . .
I'm not going to include all the details, but in the first one I was with what appeared to be the characters from Pirates of the Caribbean, rowing across the water in three or four longboats. Elizabeth had what looked like an 8-1/2x11 photograph that she kept trying to show me, but I refused to look. I knew that the image on it was that of a drowned woman, and I was deeply afraid to actually see it -- terrified, in fact. I kept myself far away from Elizabeth, refusing to look even in her general direction, or look up at all, lest she force the image on me.
Later I was on either a big boat or a pier, and when I looked down into the water I saw dozens of commercial airliners broken in pieces at the bottom.
I've always had a good relationship with actual water, always loved swimming, boating, being around the water. Elemental Water, however, has been tough, although over the past couple of years I've been making peace with it. After my existential crisis, I developed a deep and intense fear of flying that only lifted again in the past year or so, apparently as a side-effect of my deepened spiritual practices.
The rest of the dreams were not as intense, but remained fraught.
queenofhalves was there, kissing another woman in a public market in my city while tourists photographed them. My sister showed up later, and there was an intense conflict about a broken plate. A dog ran away and caused a woman to fall from a low balcony and be seriously injured. My daughter was playing among a large group of dogs and young children, and the adults around them were doing nothing to protect children or dogs from each other's carelessness and recklessness.All in all, I was glad to get up this morning. . .
