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« on: September 28, 2013, 03:33:46 PM »
Apologies that my first post should be a request for a possible interpretation. I have read through this wonderful site trying to get an idea, and although the tsunami element is very common, there are parts that have totally baffled me. Like many people, I have a variety of regular dreams, most of which can be simply explained away. However, this one has left quite a mark as it feels like it should be important somehow.
For information I am married and have a young son and dog.
Any feedback would be very much appreciated. Thank you.
The dream
I was either living or staying at my parents house in a coastal town high up on the cliffs. The house and town looked like nothing I had ever seen before, although in my dream it was known, and home. I can not say which country, although I live in England and the town resembled the sort you would find in Cornwall/south-west of the country where the houses are close together with small or no gardens. The house itself was old, and messy. It was dated, dark, with lots of old furniture, and cardboard boxes and paper strewn about. It looked like a house where the previous occupants had passed away and was in the process of being renovated.
It was an intensely sunny, calm day when I walked out of the back of the garden-less house and onto a concrete path that led to the top of some really high concrete steps that led to the beach. To my puzzlement I saw two penguins at the top of the steps looking dazed and confused (I knew these penguins were not native to wherever I lived). I approached them and stroked their heads. I then attempted to usher them back towards the sea when I noticed the sea had swelled in height and in the distance I could see some huge waves making their way towards the town. I turned to run back inside to warn everyone and felt a sensation of being held back. I managed to make it inside and shouted to everyone that a tidal wave was coming and that we should run upstairs. Some listened but my dad and sister were unconcerned and just kept busying themselves downstairs. Also, neighbours, who we could see through some partial demolition work they had done, were busy doing something with a fuse box and electrical wiring. They had a very young boy doing some of this wiring and I told them it was dangerous, but they did not listen and carried on regardless.
The waters rushed through the town and I remembered our dog was outside. We decided it was not safe to try and get him. All the while my dad and sister would not listen to my pleas to go upstairs. Nobody was screaming or panicking. We then saw our dog through a gap in some wooden garage type doors in the house – he was trying to stay afloat in chest high water. Oddly no water got through the gaps. Someone opened the doors to get him in. Although I wanted to save him I was worried the water would force its way in and we would all be drowned. However, we managed to pull him in and push the doors shut. I checked him for injuries and he was fine, and strangely - dry.
Everything went against the laws of physics. No windows were smashed, buildings damaged, water did not get into the house.
Upstairs, instead of bedrooms and a bathroom, there was a make-shift coffee shop, with a phone booth made from draped sheets in it, and a gap in the floor where I could see the boy doing the wiring (I warned them again about the dangers, to no avail). The phone booth was something I used apparently, to receive phone calls from MI5. I do not remember what these calls were about, and don't think I was especially well paid for whatever it was I did. I started having a conversation with a stranger, a man, about this phone booth, saying how I was thinking of doing something else, when he thought I should stick with it.
Eventually my dad and sister joined us upstairs, and then I woke up.
**ENDS**
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