Jul. 25th, 2008

Flu dreams

Jul. 25th, 2008 01:25 pm
tania: (Thoughtful sunrise)
This flu is bad enough that I took the day off today. Last night was a bit hellish; sleep + flu aren't a good match, but the night sort of divided itself into two pieces.

The first was guilt-dreams. I hate it when things are bad with anyone I care about, and I don't hold grudges, so the net result is I have guilt-dreams where I'm making amends by either speaking to or writing a letter to whoever has a problem with me. My sleeping brain tries to make everything alright again in a completely nonproductive and frustrating way. Thanks brain, thrain.

I woke up from that, drank a little water, and fell into Sleep Part II. All the knots in my head untangled. I dreamed that Joe and I walked into the azure sea together, each clutching a bodyboard, and we lay on the boards - just like I used to do at Kings Beach as a kid - and turtle-paddled out way out to sea in slow, lazy strokes of our arms. Our legs trailed in the water behind us. The air was tropical and the water so clear that when we were out in the middle of open ocean - calm ocean, no waves - and I looked off the side of my bodyboard into the water I could see clear forty feet down and the sea was filled with enormous turtles, all stroking and swimming, just like us.

I'm sure at this point of the dream I wasn't sure where we were going, and at some point Joe told me he was heading back, and I wasn't concerned in the slightest... it was just me and the turtles after that. The ocean and the sky became gray and land appeared on the horizon, and as the waters cooled, the turtles left me alone. I paddled into a narrow bay of mangroves and pulled my board ashore, gingerly stepping around the hundreds of stubby black mangrove shoots, my toes squelching through the dark muddy sand. I found a road and walked along it. There were little beach houses all about; it was a coastal town, and it reminded me of the town I grew up in, before the town grew up too. I found the local police station and asked them where I was.

They told me. They asked where I'd come from, and were amazed when I told them. I showed them my drivers license. After that there were lots of questions, and things became blurry; all I knew was that what had happened, that swim which had seemed so nonchalant at the time, was something unbelievable. They must have found Joe and they flew him over, and when I met him I laughed and told him: "I wound up swimming all the way to Canada...!"

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