(a) Last night, I dreamt for once.
(b) I dreamt that I was swimming, swimming forever in a stream. Not only was this my stream, I led a whole community who was swimming there. And I had a wife. She was playful and happy (you know, like mermaids should be. Except I wasn't a mermaid), but she swam out to sea one day, and our community followed. When I finally arrived as well, on that dark shore, she was drowning, my wife was drowning. I panicked. I dove in after her, but no matter how hard I swam, the waves brushed me away from her, and she died.
My followers and I returned to the small stream in which we swam, but I was never happy again.
(c) "It's symbolic" my mother said. I agree. I'm afraid of losing a part of myself after leaving adolescence behind. Of course, adolescence itself is my worst enemy, but bigger, more frightening things may lie in wait for when I'm the magic 18 years.
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ReplyDeleteI definitely think it's symbolic as well. I certainly believe that's a fair enough thing to be afraid of, but in the short of it, know that you had the strength to leave the stream and carry yourself to the sea at all. So many won't try, and so many will only know thin walls and graves as shallow as they held themselves to be. On my mindset, your wife was all the things you loved doing, and because you couldn't market them and fought with yourself on what to do and where to go, she died. Nobody's stopping you from loving your lady and loving yourself. Never forget that.
- Kristin <3