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When the Ways of Water Symbolize Our Internal Emotional Landscape
The dream is me from the time I awake until the time I go to sleep
Three times last week I dreamed of water. First, it was a flood in the streets of Honolulu, where I used to live. I can remember walking in a direction away from the beach. Each street I walked there was a mixture of water and sand creeping through crevices between homes, slinking off curbs.
A few days later, the hubby and I were sitting on the beach and a wave overtook the shoreline. It seemed I was watching him from a slight distance, calling for him to get up.
The third, I was sitting in a small white boat anchored at a marina, then became unhitched and gliding down a canal. I found myself in a craft jewelry boutique where someone in my dream said I was in Vietnam.
Before I awoke I held inside my palm a taxi yellow ceramic tea kettle sketched with what appeared to be some sort of hut in black ink. It had Vietnam written on the side. I woke up, startled and confused. I’ve never been to Vietnam — at least not in this lifetime.
When’s the last time you thought about water — dreamed about it? We all take it for granted. Get up in the morning, wash our faces, brush our teeth, shower, drink a glass, give it to our pets, plants, and keep it moving.
Yet we not only need it to live, we need it to survive.
Do we ever stop to think about the sacredness of water? The bible mentions water 722 times — baptisms, floods, cleansing, and healing the body. It’s our life force from which we’re thrust at birth. Our brains are 80% of this precious fluid. It flows through our bodies until the end. Try going without water for over three days.
This may sound strange, but I felt a little melancholy about the future of water. I tried to figure out from where my subconscious lifted this worrisome vibe.
Could it have been the Ventura Beach flood a few weeks back? They called it a rogue wave, as if it did something wrong. I’ve never thought of a wave that way — I don’t think Mother Nature is ever wrong. She can be dramatic to get our attention— the only force we humans seem to understand.
