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« on: October 02, 2014, 09:25:11 PM »
"You will find answers to your questions."
Let's hope so.
Since you were so helpful with this one, may I ask for your assistance with a whole category of similar dreams I've had repeatedly for at least the past couple of years? I'm on some pain meds for a back injury which make my dreams more unpleasant than they used to be, but that doesn't effect the interpretation, does it? Once or twice was ok, but since, other than the obvious symbols and points, I just don't get it, the - um, 50 of them - have been pretty annoying. I've even scolded myself before bed, saying that they had to be less obscure - like, "Let's have a narrator, like the Ancient Greek plays did."...no luck.
So, I live in San Diego, and grew up and lived along the beach for years (as well as all around the country, at times) ; my dad was a surfer and I have one of those deep connections with the ocean surfers talk about.....and the dream is always some combination of traveling by car to various beach towns up to Central Calif (which, to give you an idea, would be about a six hour drive, from start to finish). The towns involved are: Laguna Beach, an imaginary place between Santa Barbara and LA, and Santa Barbara. Sometimes my parents (my dad died in Aug '13 and my mom has been in psych wards and nursing homes, since.) go, and sometimes not. Sometimes, old friends I'm out of touch with go along. Sometimes, other things, like distant relatives, play a role.
In Laguna and Santa Barbara, it's always the beach, houses on the sand, waterways/inlets/narrows (we don't have narrows in reality, here..except in a few small spots like Huntington Beach. They did have them in Alaska where I lived, though.), and the usual beach town mix of upscale and funky houses along grassy borders/parks along the shores of the narrows between the beach and town. In the earlier versions of this dream, which goes back really about 2 yrs, I was just visiting and traveling, or looking for housing, or hanging out for the day or eating at cafes before leaving to return to San Diego. There's a certain freeway intersection that doesn't really exist, where the N. Going side forks into two and the side going South just curves off to the coast. The intersection area is undeveloped, except for one exit with restaurants we revisit in repeated dreams (a crowded breakfast place at a point travelers would want to stop, next to a plant nursery), and about 15 minutes south of there, there's a place for folks going South to get off and go to a beachy outdoor mall with a Hagen Daaz (I haven't eaten at one of those in decades, but I used to sometimes eat at one in high school, near the actual beach), from which a paved bike/foot path near the road in a grassy, hilly, beach-side park runs along the coast into LA (much to far to actually walk). In a few dreams, I went there with my parents and/or an old friend, and walked south by foot, running into the usual Venice types - pot heads and craft sellers and such). Later, the dream/s gets more strange and pointed.
Sometimes, I'm at the beach to swim, sometimes, we're boating or on the upper floor of a tall beach house, with a great view, sometimes, we're walking on the sand. The waves are usually way too high (20'-50'), and there are huge, leviathonish, wales and sharks of every type swimming in large numbers close to the shore. One can easily see them and even has to avoid being eaten or accidentally killed by them, or at least, has that fear of being eaten by them, by stepping into the water. Even the ones with baleen seem threatening. It's always considered rare or unique and very scary, even kind like grim omens.
Before the leviathans took over the dreams, they were intermittent and not really the main focus, and there was in a few dreams a museum/gallery built into the cliff with a cave entry. It always had the same kind of entry, with one or two subway-like toll machines with the rotating arms; it cost about a quarter to get in. Inside, there were many rooms of interesting craft/folk art, docents, and also a large craft/art shop. I frequented the place so often that the workers knew me, dream to dream. Over time, the other characters and places have lost focus and now it's mainly just the beach, large waves, and people in awe of the scary monsters and omens.
In general, I've found that water means something spiritual, and I suppose an invasion of scary sea monsters would mean something.... psychologically scary? These dreams are troubling in nature and because they just won't stop happening.