Out of the Sand and into the Mud Hut
Dream journal, entry 001 (and why to build your own dream journal)
The hole I dug in the wet sand was quite deep. Glancing at either side of my knees, I could tell I had already found quite a bit of treasure.
There was a meat thermometer, a little pile of Coquina shells and crystals, sunglasses, an iPhone, a protractor, a $100 bill, and a metro card.
As I made another search of the hole, I came up with a charm bracelet of tiny starfish. Upon closer inspection, I realized the starfish were not dangling from the bracelet, they were dancing, because they were alive.
I immediately dropped the bracelet back into the hole, gathered my treasures into my tote, hurriedly filled the hole with sand but then just knelt there, watching the waves for a while.
In the foam of the waves, I could see a plane taking off from a runway, and then another. Two more followed before I realized I was sitting in a bus, MetroCard in hand.
Looking out the windows I could see more planes on runways and the airport in the distance. I opened my tote to place the MetroCard in and was happy to see that the iPhone was there. I would call my family and let them know I’d be home late tonight.
As I rubbed the sand off, the screen lit up. Seems I’d missed a few calls from Paul. That’s okay I thought to myself, I’ll see him soon at the airport.
Paul! Paul!
I yelled from my spot on the downward escalator. He turns around and looks up and waves.
We meet at the bottom of the escalator. We’re walking with the crowd and he asks if I have my ticket.
Yes, right here.
I say as I pull the protractor out of my bag to hand to the woman at the little podium at the gate. She accepts the protractor and inspects it, shaking her head at the bite marks along the pencil.
I was nervous, I say.
I haven’t been on a plane in years.
She smiles at me, removes the pencil, and attaches a new one.
You’re good to go but the TSA has some questions for Paul before you can travel to Hawaii. He’ll meet you on the plane.
Paul had already taken the window seat. That was my seat. We had agreed when we took this trip that I would get the window seat. I flop down into my seat. He ignores me. I put on my seat belt, making sure to strap my tote bag to me. No one was taking my treasures. Especially Paul. Already took my damn seat.
It’s time to exit the plane. The captain is waiting at the door to say goodbye to each passenger. As I approach him he makes a big smile and puts out his hand.
My child, so good to see you’ve made it. They’ll be waiting for you at the east shore.
I thank him as I shake his hand, thinking it’s so nice of him to voluntarily touch my hand, though it’s obviously leaking. I walk out the door onto a wooden bridge. I look down to see I’m high above a river.
Paul is on the other side, standing under a tree that the bridge is tied to, calling to me to hurry because the sun will rise soon. That’s when I notice it’s quite dark.
I run across the bridge thinking well I made it this far. I reach the other side and look back to the bridge to see I’ve left a trail of tar. The leaking from my hand has become progressively worse I tell Paul.
No worries. They’ll fix you right up.
We walk down a narrow incline with trees and bushes on either side of us and find ourselves on the beach. Someone had dug up my hole. Peering inside I see the little starfish bracelet is in there. I shiver and run towards the rising sun to catch up with Paul.
He’s only a few yards away. He’s standing there speaking to a man in business attire. As I approach I notice that the businessman is holding a clipboard.
He extends his hand and I dig into my tote for the crystals and Coquina shells. He accepts them, scribbles something onto his board, throws the board aside, and walks to the water, and places the crystals and Coquina shells down gently into the water. He returns, picks up his clipboard, and then extends his hand again.
I hand him the $100 bill.
No no. This is yours.
I drop it back into my tote and hand him the meat thermometer.
He turns and walks over to the mud hut that I didn’t notice before and uses the pointy end of the meat thermometer in the door lock.
Beyond the mud hut, I can see my family waiting on the boardwalk. They’re all there though quite younger than they should be. My mom is with them too.
I look at my hand again, the oozing of tar has stopped and it’s just dried and caked on, all the way up to my elbow.
The door finally opens and the businessman gestures me in. I walk towards him and look back at Paul, who is now in the water, walking backward, the water almost to his chest, waving me goodbye. I yell back thank you and walk into the hut.
At first, it’s dark but then I see a single tapered candle lit on the floor where the businessman is attempting to sit crossed legged but his shoes seem to be hindering him. He gestures me to sit and then the iPhone starts to ring.
It must have been the alarm on my phone. I don’t remember anything else from the dream. I did wake at 3:10 am for a bathroom visit so I couldn’t have been sleeping long. it’s 6:25 am now. I woke at 6 am and could not find my dream journal. Since writing my post about my third eye activation I toyed with the idea of keeping a dream journal on Medium. When I couldn’t find my actual book by my bed, where it usually is, I decided to write it here using my iPhone.
For those who dream the way I do (explained here), keeping a dream journal is a way of keeping the dreams from distracting us through the day. When we have dreams that are so vivid and tell some kind of story, we can spend a lot of the day turning it over in our minds trying to understand it. By entering it into a dream journal as soon as we wake, we can put it aside and analyze the heck out of it later. Another advantage is that the dream is fresh in our mind, so writing it when we wake allows for the most details possible.
Maintaining a dream journal also helps to build a personal dream dictionary, something that I’ve been maintaining for a few years now. Everyone’s dictionary would be personal and different.
The definitions are based on what meaning something in your dream has to you. For example, the $100 bill in my dream? To me, the number 100 signifies a coming blessing. Something good is coming. I’ve defined 100 in this way because in the past I’ve found that good things happen to me shortly after dreaming that number.
Seeing any form of water in a dream signifies rejuvenation to me.
Sometimes I’ll come across definitions from others or online of what a symbol in a dream means and it will sit so well with me that I’ll add it to my dictionary. By doing so I basically instruct my brain and my higher self to show me this “thing” if I need to receive this “message”.
For example, the mud hut means a place of energetic healing, not medical healing, to me. Also, Hawaii is an island, that is also an American state, where it's said that the natives walk alongside the gods. Being a state my brain sees it as being a practical place, so meeting with divine beings is considered practical too.
One of these terms I read on the web many years ago and the other is from a friend explaining her dream and its symbolic meaning to her.
And by the way, I’ve never met a Paul in my whole life. So not sure who that dude was but he helped me get to where I needed to be.
If I take the time to analyze the dream now, I can say it shows how I’ve been through a lot these past few years just to return to where I started — the basics, and now there is a good result expected. I needed to go where I’ve gone and met the people I’ve met and had the experiences I had, to bring me back to this place but more confident this time. Gives me hope. Keeps me motivated to know I’m on the right path.
P.S. Seems I can’t use the tags I like or configure SEO settings for this post via the iPhone Medium app and I also can’t publish to a publication so this won’t be published from my phone.
P.S.S. I find it amusing that there was a door lock in my dream that needed to be opened with an unconventional key and then a half-hour later I find that Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles shares a delightful story concerning a lock too! Be sure to read it. I enjoyed it and it left me with a smile.