September 23rd 2020
I having around the beach along side some friends, they would pass by and head their way on bikes or on foot, skating around a parking lot or venturing out into the city. in cliques of people came this girl, she had glowing blonde hair and eyes that smithed from green to blue. she and I went off chasing something along the beach. to be honest I have no idea, she was chasing it, I was just along for whatever.
Walking and balancing over some stone walls lining the coast we ventured through the end of this unknown beach town as the sun went down. I remember watching the stones turn from their golden shine of sunset to a blue/gray under the light of dusk. We arrived some old scaffolding, hugging a cliff at the end of the trail, well past people, or sound of anything other than the ocean.The girl kept forward and scaled the cliff a couple feet onto a small cave. in it lived an artist, who would stand there on a narrow gap, and work on his paintings by the cliff, hanging his works and materials on the scaffolding as we climbed over its railings. She went in first, with little consideration of where she was off to, or who I was or why I was with her I should say. she barely communicated to me, no more than physically by glancing at a rock or looking at the suns getting closer to the sea, perhaps hinting at the moon showing in the distance of a now purple sky.
We climbed through the scaffold and I lost her,so I stood there looking at this frail structure i stood upon , feeling it shake lightly by the wind and the tides. she appears suddenly, crawls through an opening underneath me and looks at me, as she lays before me.
She picks up a knife she found. This girl who laid on that unstable mess of a structure, wearing a black bikini and dirt on her feet, decided to give herself a small cut on her thigh before handing the knife to me and asking me to do the same. My skin was a little thick, so I pressed the knife on my hand, squeezed its point against my thumb but it just could not pierce my skin.she looked at me and suddenly I woke into another version of the same dream.
The calm waters of the popular beach turned into a massive wave, and I was able to ride it. I didn’t have a board, but I managed to peek my body, head to torso through the top of the wave, I could see my shadow racing over the ocean water way bellow.
As it got closer to crashing, I thought I had to know some way to land without killing myself, this was after all a wave the size of a 5 story building. As I was ready to touch the ground I looked at some of the most experienced surfers to mimic their landing; they dropped and rolled as they touched down, me however, fully intending to mimic their move, began to feel safe as I landed. I felt something I just place my feet on the ground and let the momentum knock me down smoothly, I fell like one drops at the beach after a long week with a sigh of relief. and then the entire wave turned into rain when it crashed, covering me an all others in heavy rain for a couple seconds,
to which I laughed with joy and amazement.
I have been dreaming of all these waves lately, this one was the most transcendental I could have imagined
in this dream the colors where bright, and all the scenes I remember where close up and center focused, from the girl handing me a knife as she laid down, to my body dropping on the beach before it rained.
I write these dreams because they are alive, and I don’t know how we have these dreams that we don’t share with anyone else. this one is as real as any memory, travel, love, struggle.