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Probably not a good idea to post this, but here goes.
For as long as I can remember, I've dreamt of whales. Mostly killer whales. Unfriendly ones. Big, black, swooping, and all powerful.
Swimming with them. Watching them. A million different beaches and oceans. Sometimes they're friendly and in the deep. Sometimes they're in the shallows and they're hunting. Other times they're in the shallows and they're hunting, but not for people. Not for me. The weather is nearly always clear in my dreams. Sunset.
Before I fell asleep earlier this arvo, I was thinking about how I mostly grew up in small towns. Australia and in NZ. Not much else to do but read. Study. Homework. Chores. Pray. Confess. Other things that I suppose happen in places where there isn't all that much to do, if you know what I mean.
It wasn't until I ventured across the ditch for school and work that I got the opportunity to explore my love of the ocean and I've dreamt of whales ever since.
But some of the dreams I have. I'm scared. Terrified. The sun is going down. I can see the whales from the shore. In my dreams they're huge. Huge and scary and fast. Like they're coming after me.
What the fuck does it mean? Does it mean anything?
In reality I have spent a lot of time out on the water. Not just on boards, but on boats. I've had my boatmasters since I was 17-18. I'm not scared of the water at all. In NZ I went fishing up at this place called Omapere. The Hokianga Harbour. There's these sand dunes. A friend of mine put her camera in the water. When we got back to the hotel and had a look at the footage, there was a killer whale in the video. It swam by me at the drop while I was standing in the water. I didn't see a thing.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/michaelandanita/16745929137
Do you think my dreams mean anything? Do you dream of anything in particular like I do?
For as long as I can remember, I've dreamt of whales. Mostly killer whales. Unfriendly ones. Big, black, swooping, and all powerful.
Swimming with them. Watching them. A million different beaches and oceans. Sometimes they're friendly and in the deep. Sometimes they're in the shallows and they're hunting. Other times they're in the shallows and they're hunting, but not for people. Not for me. The weather is nearly always clear in my dreams. Sunset.
Before I fell asleep earlier this arvo, I was thinking about how I mostly grew up in small towns. Australia and in NZ. Not much else to do but read. Study. Homework. Chores. Pray. Confess. Other things that I suppose happen in places where there isn't all that much to do, if you know what I mean.
It wasn't until I ventured across the ditch for school and work that I got the opportunity to explore my love of the ocean and I've dreamt of whales ever since.
But some of the dreams I have. I'm scared. Terrified. The sun is going down. I can see the whales from the shore. In my dreams they're huge. Huge and scary and fast. Like they're coming after me.
What the fuck does it mean? Does it mean anything?
In reality I have spent a lot of time out on the water. Not just on boards, but on boats. I've had my boatmasters since I was 17-18. I'm not scared of the water at all. In NZ I went fishing up at this place called Omapere. The Hokianga Harbour. There's these sand dunes. A friend of mine put her camera in the water. When we got back to the hotel and had a look at the footage, there was a killer whale in the video. It swam by me at the drop while I was standing in the water. I didn't see a thing.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/michaelandanita/16745929137
Do you think my dreams mean anything? Do you dream of anything in particular like I do?