Yeah it actually makes a lot of sense to think of my companions as aspects of myself, it makes much more sense that way. I feel like the sea is definitely my unconscious, and surfing to me would be an attempt to go with the flow of my unconscious or perhaps ride the storm that is my unresolved issues. In the end, even though the other two boarders were much more skilled than I, none of us could handle it and had to get out. or face the consequences.
The girl was my age and very attractive. But it wasn't like I was just taking an excuse to be close to her, she was genuinely frightened and I wanted to make her feel more secure like she was in good hands. I remember she was my primary concern as I glanced back once to make sure the other two were out of the water and again when we hit a fork and I had to see which way to go.
In trying to recall feelings about the haunted house, I remember we hit a certain patch of ground like a long dead campsite and there was a sign next to it which warned of the house that was up ahead. I got the impression the house was like some twisted mario mansion... like it was inhabited by something evil/cute, you know what I mean?
Perhaps I feel like I'm trying to protect myself from my unconscious but in doing so only end up faced with another problem. I can either brave my unconscious, or brave this evil entity. Oh, I also remember some other surfers coming down to that spot from along the ridge and the four of us getting into a discussion with them about a safer place to surf the water than the spot we were in. The fanger was like a storm, but only a storm in that patch of water. But then again, when examining the water, nothing looked really safe.
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