Then suddenly, because it seems everything in dreams is sudden, I was on the ground, watching the person plunge into the water, curving their body gracefully into a perfect dive. But it was no longer the ocean, and there was no mountain or cliff. It was just a diving board at a public pool, maybe 15 feet up, and the water was a clear light blue. I was shocked — both by the sudden change in scenery as well as the very apparent lack of chlorine smell — and at the same time, I understood. It all made sense to my dream-self. Of course it was just a pool. I didn't have anything to be afraid of. Even if I didn't know exactly how to dive, it wasn't that high up and I had people in front to follow and people behind to encourage me. It was so obvious, so natural, so un-frightening. My chest relaxed, I let out all the air I'd been holding in, my jaw loosened and I was at peace.
I didn't realize how metaphoric this dream would become to me — how applicable to my non-dream self — less than 12 hours later.
I'll let you know more come Thursday night.
© 2011 e.gosney
Crater Lake, Oregon