Whaledreamer

I am on the set of some Aliens /Dr Who / Star Trek mash up. Although we are all actors being filmed we are battling aliens for real. Eventually they over power us and we all die. After this we all get together and blame the screen writer who is more interested in $$$ than bothering to write an ending to the film for us…

Then I am alone and I am thinking sadly about all the teens watching the movie as their first date film, and recalling on their 75th wedding anniversary how pathetic their first date was. Then I remember my school ball decades ago, which I was not present at and was home watching the ‘Breakfast Club’ instead and feel sad I will not have an anniversary to share with anyone.

Next the really insightful dream…
I am in a stream of people walking in single file. We are walking the years of our life. Everyone is all stern and marching purposeful. I look down at my feet and delight in the feel of ocean sand between my toes. Then I get a close up of the sand squishing between my toes. I am totally amazed that all the grains of sand are completely beautiful miniature shells all the colours of the rainbow. They are all different and all are completely perfect. We are all walking on these perfect wee shells, but everyone else has their own pressing agendas and no one else cares. I feel at home.

Wow, I just remembered I had an epic dream about Tsunami again. I was surfing / or possibly in a floating house. This series of Tsunami came. The fear and awe that makes me love Tsunami dreams was here a plenty. At first I get munched up as the enormous waves break right before me and I get hit by the enormous energy of the wave. Those behind me get dumped as well, but the waves have lost a lot of their energy in foam and white water. I keep trying to go further and further out as I suspect the safest place to be is where the waves are still enormous mounds in the ocean and not fully formed yet.

Anyway the people behind me are amazed when my tactic works and I just float over these swells. I pretty happy by now about the whole deal. But then... the mother of all waves rears up on the horizon as tall as a sky scraper. I know I've had it now. The last thing I remember is this fear in the pit of my stomach as due to the size of the beast I in slow motion get sucked further and further up the mountain face of water.

Good on you my subconscious... as always entertaining.