Ruesia's Dream Journal

Night of 12/2/16. One of several dreams

I'm walking out toward the ocean. Somewhere unfamiliar. I have to cross a narrow swinging bridge to get to the beach. It is sunny out with a few lazy clouds. When I reach the other side to descend I realize the stairs have no railing. A young man on the other side is coming up with his friend and staring uncertainly at the bridge swaying. I say something like "If you made it up those stairs behind you this bridge is nothing". He still seemed skeptical. I realize I am wearing a dress and consider how I'm going to make it down the stairs. Several steps have crumbled away over time so it will require much balance and some jumping. Beneath the stairs are several young men. Beach goers. Regulars. They have a stereo and are painting. Or building with sand. Some artistic folley. I realize I can actually climb down from the top step and land in the sand so I do that more gracefully than leaping down the whole stair case.

When I land I realize the young men are putting on a performance of sorts. I duck and hide behind them for a second then skirt around toward the sea and the pier. And there are the tide pools. For which this area is famous. And there are many people in the pools. They are in a cavern of sorts. Just dim light flowing through here and there. And more one enormous pool that is shallow and full of strange flora and fauna. I start across the pool. I have no shoes. I step on a sea urchin but it doesn't phase me. I'm running now and loving it. People look up at me but don't stop what they're doing.

I play in the pools. Seeing the animals and looking at the plants. It is around this time I realize it has started to get dark. And the rule is not to be in the pools at night. Not because of the tide but because of the animals. I'm quickly making my way back toward the staircase and a group of small prey animals run by. They skitter in to the brush as a light shines from behind me. I follow suit and leap in the brush. Hunters brace the night. Poachers rather. I am lying in the grass when I see a big cat-- perhaps a lion? Coming up from behind us. It is looking at one of the prey animals and I am scared but also not willing to distract it so it kills me. It pounces and as it does I jerk and it turns its attention to me.