Strange Ocean

My dreams lately have all been in strange oceans, with huge waves, sometimes dark skies. I often dream lucidly, and fly over oceans and land on mysterious islands. But lately these seas have been stormy. Violent. I have seen animals die. In a dream last week I was swimming in a deep pool surrounded by teaming sharks, encircling me in their hundreds and pecking away at me piece by piece. I felt the pain of each bite as I knew I was being gradually eaten alive. For some reason I was aware that this was a challenge, to see how much I could take. Eventually, from inside my own face, I could look out and see my own head being eaten. There was just a stump of blood left. At this point I knew the pain would be unbearable, and so I chose to look inside my own mind. Into the dark circle that was forming, into the empty depths of my own soul. And when I did, my pain ended, and I was peaceful. I felt totally at peace in fact, because I was able to rise above the pain and cut myself off from it.


“The one who has uncovered and honours their intimacy with the earth through developing a relationship with nature or through the power within their own body carries a wisdom of infinite mystery and potential.

They move through life with one foot in a strange ocean, and one on the solid land of their ordinary life. This is not just an idea, but a way to live. Mystics, artists, and mothers of young children know this ability to be half-absorbed in unnamable creative forces.”

~ Anon

3 Replies to “Strange Ocean”

  1. Interesting Amy, beautifully written – the part ‘surrounded by teaming sharks’ would, I think, be better written as ‘teeming sharks’ – and the expression is usually ‘teeming with sharks’ – but those are insignificant details – just thought I’d info u 🙂

  2. amyhemingway says:

    lol John. hey well you know what it seems like cheating now to change it. however they really were teaming against me so maybe it was a freudian slip

  3. Andrina Laidlaw says:

    What can I say but thank you Amy. Always a mystic aren’t you.

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