Between Oceans

A dream about my greatest fear: the deep sea.

Between Oceans

The groggy drive to the tropical beach paid off. The sun was out and welcoming. The salty air met me in an embrace. From beginning to the horizon, I could see many tourists. Almost every bamboo hut was filled with families enjoying themselves on a nice, beautiful day. Coconut trees swayed, back and forth. Screaming children danced among the waves. My family and friends headed toward an open hut. I helped haul our belongings in.

I couldn’t wait any longer; I had to swim as early as possible. Cassandra, my younger sister, raced me towards the obscured border between ocean and land. I could hear myself laugh"something I haven’t done in a while. Cassy and I reached the salty water, splashing as we ran in. Mom, as worried as always, warned us to be careful. We both promised to be fine.

Cassy and I began to run towards the water when the wave receded, and then ran back when it came in. The sea water was dazzling, reflecting the blinding shine of the sun. The water became one large gem. I went in, swimming and enjoying the warm water. The sand grind against my soft skin. I put my head underwater, opening my eyes and experienced no pain. I didn’t give any thought to this. I saw fish and jelly fish pass by. The sandy floor never hid anything, unless a creature posed like a rock. I have this trembling fear with jelly fish, but this time I didn’t seem to care.

As typical as always, Cassy just had to scare me. She was young"about six or seven. She headed deeper and deeper into the water. I swam to her, telling her to stop. However, she wouldn’t listen to me. As I went deeper myself, a nauseating feeling took over me. My intuition told me something bad was about to happen; I could feel it in my gut. And that’s exactly how it played out.

An incredible force pulled me under. My heart skipped a beat. The shallow water turned into a deep trench. I saw Cassy’s wiggling feet above me, and so I tried grabbing them. But I couldn’t reach. Darkness rolled in, faster and faster. I touched the cliff, the drop from shallow to deep water. My hands grabbed as much sand as I could; friction should help. From out of no where, the pulling stopped. I swam up to the surface, getting out of the water as fast as possible. Cassy already pulled herself out, asking me what had happened. I honestly didn’t know.

This finally gave me the revelation: I was in a dream. Cassy looked much too young. She should look ten, not seven. Katania was strangely out of the picture, too. This tropical beach was wishful thinking"we moved to the U.S. two or three years prior to this dream. We certainly don’t have warm water up in Oregon, nor weather.

Lucid dreams are amazing when you can control everything. In every lucid dream I partake, I can control my action but have trouble controlling the events and landscapes. So if I’m trap in a coffin under six feet of dirt, I could slam the cover however I want but wouldn’t be able to get out. Therefore, its only half-lucid dreaming.

When I knew my situation, I keep calm. Too much excitement and activity would only wake me up. So, I started walking down the beach past sunbathing bodies and children building sand castles. Dark clouds started to roll in, but no one seemed to be bothered by that. Lightning streaked the sky, forming miles of endless pathways. The thunderclap rolled in, and the waves started to grow in height. The gem sea turned to a dull rock. That was when I realized the monsters that lurked through the abyss of the ocean.

Giant serpents, with scales that can cut diamonds, started swooping up from the water and into the sky. Their teeth gnarled, as sharp as needles. The people all around me disappeared in a blink of an eye, and I found myself alone. A smaller serpent, maybe ten feet long, swam out to the beach and started to crawl towards me. I ran to the farthest end of the beach, where the land rose higher and higher into a cliff.

Rain started to pour, blurring my vision. At the top of the cliff, I saw a small rowing boat moving towards an enormous, vintage, pirate ship. Cassandra called out for me, but a hideous man shut her up with a cloth around her mouth. He tied her down, and continued rowing.

“Cassy!” I called out, but my voice was drowned away by the heartbeat of the ongoing thunder. The sea was welcoming me, turning green with algae. I shook my head, not wanting to do what I was about to do. From head to toe, my body trembled in fear. I backed up, ran forward, and dived to my death. With all the lucid strength I had in me, I swam to Cassy’s rescue. No one could hurt that little girl. Because of my heightened comprehensibility, I was propelling through the water like a speed demon.

The boat already reached its destination. The ship was quickly moving farther away from me. I had no clue where it was going, yet I followed it anyways. A mammoth sea serpent, like a limbless dragon, swam towards me with its jaw open. It was coming straight at me. I evaded, swimming in zigzags. I leapt out of the water, jumping on top of the scaly body of the monster. It curled its body to catch me with its jaw. I ran to the other end as fast as possible before diving into the water again.

I swam again, this time much faster than a speed boat. The jaws of the serpent were right behind me, and I couldn’t escape. Logs and other debri began to appear. I dodged every one, climbing on some to go farther. When  my head was out of the water, an island appeared with the pirate ship closeby. Because of the density of the debri, the monster couldn’t go any further. However, I knew I wasn’t safe yet.

A conscious skip took place. The pirates were gone. Cassandra slept by my side. We were under the trees, just closeby the ship. The weather was doing better. I could actually see the land in which we came from. We were stranded, marooned. The tropical island kept us alive, but we wanted to return to our family, obviously.

I had the most brilliant idea: I could make wings from objects around the island so we could escape without needing to swim. A raft would have been unpleasant and dangerous, considering how the ocean was filled with unknown creatures. Of course, it’s a dream, so it’s possible to make these wings. I gathered up materials, though I’m not really sure what they were. I made one pair. That afternoon I was going to take it for a test run. Incidentally, a storm loomed over the island. Off a high, long, stoned cliff, I prepared for the test. Cassy didn't like the idea, said it was too dangerous. I yelled at her, saying it was a perfect time to do so. I ran off the cliff and let my flimsy wings lift me high. The wind was helping me stay up, and I was the happiest I've been since a very long time"or so what the dream made me feel.

As I was about to turn around, a harsh wind pushed me away from the island. Cassy called out, looking helpless and scared. I tried my best to steer my wings back to her. There was no way I was leaving without her.

“Dessie!” she screamed, convulsing tremendously with tears. She fell to her knees, covering her face with the palms of her hands. The raindrops blinded me. I had no sense of control at all. The clouds turned darker, almost as black as night. The misty air began to fog my surroundings, except to see that girl in her all time low.  That little six-year-old girl: I've never seen her like this before.

The wind, however, swept me away.

*End of dream sequence*

Reviews

[Oswald Chesterfield Cob..]

This was very very great :) I loved it, I can feel the effects of the dreams :) Can't wait to read more ^*^

[melissa]

This is amazing chapter so far i can't wait to read more keep up the great work

[Selena Cane]

This is written really well, but I do have a question. It's a little stupid so just bare with me. Or is it bear? I'm pretty sure it's bare. Anyways, are these all dreams you've really had or are they just made up? Also, Towards the beginning it says, "As typical as always, Cassy just had to scare me. She was young"about six or seven." is the " supposed to be a , or {space}? Just out of curiosity, it just seemed a little random. Anyways, super interesting I look forward to reading more in the future.

[Decere Tiozon]

Every time I try to do an em dash — this thing, it turns into an apostrophe. And yes, these are the most vivid dreams that I have had.

[Decere Tiozon]

Not apostrophe, I mean quotation mark