Water In Dreams

The symbolism of water in dreams varies from person to person, but often refers to the subconscious itself.

The world is in the final throes of a fantastic dream.  Part of the mind knows that a minute remains before the alarm goes off.  It knows because it has been here before, five mornings a week for years. 

5:59

The dream turns lucid and the mind comes alive as the potential of wandering the landscape of its own hidden world tosses arcs of curiosity, adventure, lust and comfort.  The dream has opened itself up to the user.  Go and play.  There are no rules here.  Everyone is an extension of you.  Everything you can see, feel or imagine is of your own making.  Look out at the vastness of it all.  Look closer at the intense detail.  If you have ever doubted the strength of your mind, its massive power, look now at everything it has laid before you in your sleep.  There are far away lands and intricate textures from the tiny to the Expanse.  Seconds are ticking away.  Day is pressing.  but time is different here.  Dreams work inside of time, not alongside it.  Dreams see seconds as rain drops and enter each one, consume it fully then move on to the next.  In this way dreams turn 60 seconds into an adventure where days can pass.  Characters can change and age, fall in and out of love, or any number of curious deeds might take place.  

Sit here on this crocodile's back.  Stroke his scaly fur and look around at the changing landscape.  The sun is moving toward another.  They dance shyly with each other.  They have moved too close and merged in the black sky.  The crocodile has changed too and you are no longer sitting on him.  You are in the water and the crocodile is too.  There is worry but so swiftly he has become a dog who you know.  His mouth pants in a goofy smile.  He dives beneath the surface and you follow.  

There is a green/yellow light flickering bright down here and you can, if very careful to filter water through your teeth, breathe.  He is once again a crocodile, as it suits him to be so in the deep water.  You are following him down and toward the green/yellow light.  

Above, pieces of the collided suns are splashing to the lake's surface.  Great bursts of pressure and watery booms as the fires and anger are quenched, they descend.  By the time they reach you they are cold, burned out cars sinking into the dark abyss.  It does not seem strange that the broken suns have become cars.  It does not seem strange that the crocodile is a dog again, panting and tilting his soft, smiling face at you.  It does not seem strange that you are no longer in the water and the green/yellow light is a traffic signal at an intersection you once knew.

But something does feel strange.  This place is similar, yes, but not the same at all.  There is a task you were supposed to perform but has become impossible.  Cars are collecting at the intersection, waiting for you to act.  The dog urges you on but you have become aware again.  You know where you are and a bristle of excitement strikes as endless possibilities present themselves.  The playground of the mind is open to you.  And while you decide what pleasure you will take in this new land, you hear a soft song begin to play, far off at first, then getting closer and more in focus.  There is a beautiful woman smiling at you.  You are drawn to her.  She is welcoming, yielding.  Her lips part and a soft warm breath escapes her mouth into yours.  The last second, the last rain drop, is being consumed by the dream.  The song grows louder as this woman in your arms is drifting into mists of sweet vapor.  You reach for her, but the wind of your motion sends her off to the universe.

6:00

The song has ended and then restarted.  It will do this until you reach over and slide you finger across the slick screen, killing it for one more day.  You are laying in your bed and all of your nerve endings are still reacting to what just, almost happened.  As you reach back for a memory to grasp, it is slipping away.  All of the dream is turning to fog no matter how you approach it.

6:01

Around you is a world waking for the next in an eternal number of days.  You will go about your morning, preparing to join the others.  And the sun will be the sun and the dog will remain the dog and we will pass our waking hours with a bittersweet reassurance that nothing we see, feel or imagine will suddenly turn into something else.