Agapito

Me and several others were being washed out to sea. Drowning was imminent. I yelled to have us all hold hands, including an oriental woman whom I loved. Suddenly, there appeared silver bars, ladders and stairs such as are found at the edge of pools, for climbing out of the pools. I asked, "What are these doing in the ocean? This is not a pool!" As we walked up and out, someone said to me, "Next to love, the ocean is a little pool."

dream archive, 1992