Today I have been trying to figure out how to articulate my dreams last night. I was in a Northern coastal village, near a marina with old school boats tied up. (Picture something like Newfoundland or Eastern Canada.) The house had two warm rooms heated by a central hearth. The rest had few windows and was open to the cold. Heavy weather, rainy and near freezing. There was an older woman, she was sad, and forlorn, and an old man who was very harsh, and a guy about my age who seemed like a spirit sometimes, and at other times as solid as anyone else.
I wandered around outside, we were a ways from the actual big water, but in front was a large deep clear water pool, like it was built to gather drinking water. I looked down into it but it seemed to be just that, a pool of water about 15 feet deep and 40x20 feet or so and was full of fresh water, even this near the ocean. The house was mostly open to the elements, and everything was wet and cold, the wind was blowing pretty good. I had found an old book to read, just like me to find myself a book. I found it in the open room behind the house and it was hidden behind some things leaning against the wall. It was hand bound, and two inches thick or so, and seemed to have very thick pages made of woven thread like linen. I read the book and it seemed like it was hinting at something, but wasn't making much sense, and I was frustrated in not making sense of it.
I went back out front and dove into the clear cold water, and it was fine, not too cold at all. Dove down deep and found myself with the guy my age, and he told me the book had a whole other level to it, but you had to unravel the woven fabric to read it. I came back up and discussed this with the sad lady, and she thought I had seen her son, and just shook her head when I told her about the book, like I was wasting my time. That was where I had the impression I was speaking with a spirit rather than a real person under the water.
I took out the book, and was concerned that my hands were wet, but I went to the back page, and found a loose thread. I pulled on it and realized that everywhere the thread had unraveled that there was writing. I couldn't understand it though. Then I turned the book upside down, and the back was the front, and as the pages unravelled, there was writing there, describing the end of life as we know it, and Gods or demons coming down from the sky destroying everything. I took the book to the old lady, and she was shocked to read what I showed her, and called her husband, who smacked the book out of my hands. I was shocked as it seemed to be something completely precious in my eyes, and I wanted badly to finish reading it, but when I picked it up the writing had gotten wet, and I could no longer discern it.
I was mortified as it seemed to be some secret message that we were supposed to share or at least read. I jumped back in the pool trying to find the guy who told me about it, but he was not there no matter how deep I tried to go. I searched in vain for the place where I had found him, but he was not there. When I went back up and into the house, he was in the same room with his mother, but was just so sad, and would not answer me or my questions, and the book had just sort of fallen apart. He was lost and so was I. I was so damn upset that I had not gotten to read it, and that the man had knocked it out of my hands. It was a message I was supposed to read...
Woke up so caught up in the dream, but it was not there for me when I fell back to sleep. :( Man the stuff my brain comes up with to amuse itself sometimes. Makes me wonder very often if it is all real or not. This was just as real as sitting here in my bed describing it to you. SMH
EDIT: A whole other world under the surface of clear water is a constant in my dream world...
Edited by Coopdog, 16 November 2021 - 11:28 PM.