A wet dream

Last night I had a really powerful dream that, I am not sure yet which, was either really frightening or really reassuring.

I was standing with my mother in very blustery, wet weather on the edge of a flat, grassy area which ended in a vertical chalk cliff. We were peering over the edge of the cliff down to very stormy seas crashing against the foot of the cliff.

Just as I though that the piece of land we were standing on may be being eroded from below I began to feel the ground under us shift. I yelled a warning to my mum who leapt backwards to safety. I wasn't fast enough and fell tumbling into the foaming seas below.

I was initially very scared. The water was thrashing around me as I sank under the waves. Below the surface was a foaming froth of sea and churned up stones and pebbles (it reminded me so much of being tossed around in the huge breakers off the west coast of France when I was younger). I was sure I was going to die and to begin with panicked.

I then became very peaceful and in fact the foaming water around me became warm and even comforting. I relaxed into the situation and allowed myself to be carried along, still under the surface, by the now reassuring water. I'd occassionally feel the urge to panic but then relaxed again into the flow of what was happening to me.

Perhaps frustratingly for those of you who have followed this story thus far I don't know how it ended. I woke up while still being carried along under the water. All I know is that although I woke up shaken by the apparent significance of what I had dreamed - I was not scared.

Hmmm ....