One hundred feet high and rolling in from the north to devour just about … well, Cirque Du Soleil! That’s right, I was riding the wave looking down at that yellow and blue tent as the wave rolled over it. Not sure what that means, but here is what I recall from the dream:
I was on an island, felt like Hawaii and I was practicing flying. Not super-man style, but more of a kite style. We’d lie on our backs with a string of paper towels attached between the hands and feet. When a gust of wind came by, it would pick you up and you’d drift in the wind like a tree seed (or dandelion seed).
After some practice, I’d gotten pretty good at it and I caught a gust that blew me out to sea. The wind was traveling north and there were a collection of small islands just north of the larger one I started from. Seeing that there was nothing else further to the north, I drifted down to a little island that sat just above sea level that held a nine hole golf course.
Upon landing, I was stranded alone on the island. I noticed a boat off shore, but it speed away. Shortly thereafter, another boat was frantically drawing up its anker. As I signaled the captain for a lift, he pointed north at a giant wall of water. I looked and released with amazement that he had no chance.
I couldn’t really do anything but watch the wave approach. As it hit me, I was engulfed in a bubbly white water and I knew that I wouldn’t make it. At that point, I said a little prayer to end my life but shortly thereafter found myself up on the crest of the wave; Riding the wave.
In no time, the wave reached the larger island where I’d started the dream, but as I road it inland, it just washed over everything. At the point where we’d come to the Cirque Du Soleil tent, it was still 100 feet high and rolling – yet I woke up.
Fortunately, I woke up feeling ok. I didn’t witness any loss of life. But for details, the wave definitely came from the north and it may not have been Hawaii. It seemed more like a tropical paradise that has a bunch of small islands just at sea level.
Hopefully, it’s just my subconscious telling me I’ll be riding high on something soon. In any case, I figured it was just weird enough to post, but not prophetic enough to post at the National Dream Center.
Enjoy your dreams and may they be glorious!
