GoldenLight

Old partially Lucid Dream
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I'm walking in what looks like a medieval village. It's modern day now, and there are many store fronts, so I gaze into their windows. It's pleasant and I'm in no hurry. The sidewalk is in good condition which contrasts the state of some of the buildings I pass. Many are made of stone and their walls are crumbling. It's chilly and night is falling.

As I near the corner of the sidewalk, I get a sense of concern. I turn the corner and am engulfed in this deep, angry wall of water. The waves grab me and pull me away from the safety of the quaint village. I go under and hear the sounds of the sea swirling around me. I force my way to the surface and gasp for air. Trying desperately to keep my head above the water, I notice in front of me, maybe several hundred yards beyond me, other people who were trapped in this sea are just walking out of the water and back onto the sidewalk.

No matter how hard I swim, struggle, or fight to move myself closer to shore, I cannot. I'm exhausted and I go under again. The waves are crashing all around me and beneath the water I feel assaulted, pushed here and there. I kick hard to make it to the surface once more and look to the shore. It seems even farther away and I am so envious of how effortlessly these other people leave the angry waters that I seem trapped in.

I wake.

After thought: I did some research on dreams because to me this felt like something which could be cathartic or symbolic. Water often times represents emotions. And I had been pulled beneath and was fighting against the water...my emotions? I felt trapped by them - unable to escape them. That was my take of this dream. Any thoughts or other observations are welcomed.