I’ve been dreaming a lot lately, but having to wake up to an alarm and instantly remember to get Carrie’s medication is wiping out my memory. So the only things I remember are dreams I have afterwards. The one I just finished was quite odd though, and I remember quite a bit for once.
Carrie and I were in an apartment that butted up against the water and ice (normally not a good place for a house!). I looked outside, and in the shallower water, which was shallow because there was an ice shelf of sorts, I saw a huge turtle, with a shell around a foot across with this loooong neck. I told Carrie, and as I was pointing it out I saw an even larger turtle, probably 2 feet across swim up. I ran to get the camera, but as soon as i left the house they started leaving. Also, the water was impossible to see into well due to all the light glare (which wasn’t a problem in the house…wierd). So we keep walking along the river, and the water level is pretty low, with exposed rocks and ice formations along the edge, reaching pretty far into the river. We decide it’s safe enough to walk out on them a ways. I saw at one point they went out really far, and though maybe we should go there, but we didn’t yet. We end up walking to a road that I didn’t remember seeing at first, and keep walking along it so we can look around the whole river.
As we are walking back towards the shore, we pause to look the other direction, which is hard to describe. There’s no direct sunlight, it’s frozen solid in that direction (the sun is to our back). There is also a suspension bridge not far down. As we’re looking around, things seem to be changing, though it’s only in the light reflections that I can see it. The ice doesn’t appear to move, yet all the shadows do. The shadows must be coming from the open water on the other side of the road. Then, all of a sudden, water splashes up in to the air, to a height of 20 or 30 feet or even more! We can’t see why, but we’re scared, so we take off running to get back on shore. As we reach the shore the splashing settles down. A woman comes out of her house right there, and she’s wearing a little name tag that says she’s a sherriff. She asks if we heard the guy before say not to play in the river, that it was unstable, but we didn’t know anything about a guy. She mentions that he just gets back on his bus and leaves, which is a problem. As we’re chatting, the river, which was stable a little while ago, starts to move, and move drastically. All of the ice formations shift. There is a little girl and her mom out on them, and the mom grabs her daughter in time, and I assume they both get to safety. But it was a close call.
When such strange things happen in a dream that are clearly not related to my concerns of the hour (homework being due, etc) then I wonder about them more. I have no idea what this dream is about. If I had gone out on those farther rocks, we might have been caught up by the river. But we took a safer route, which kept us safe when everything went to hell. Perhaps we aren’t supposed to risk too much right now, to stick to a safer route because unexpected things can happen? To be a little more cautious, and patient, rather than rushing ahead where our basic desires lead us? And maybe to just take things in with our eyes and memory, rather than rushing to grab a camera and capture it in another way. Enjoy the moment as it happens? Hmm…