We Entered Together her Dream

Summary

The author recounts a meaningful experience with Liz where they walked through rising tides to an islet, symbolizing a journey through the challenges of life, and reflects on the significance of dreams and the illusion of safety.

Abstract

Last weekend, the author and Liz shared a profound moment at the sea shore, where they ventured to an islet as the tide was rising. The author, familiar with the coastal area, led them through the shallow sea arm, an act that mirrored navigating through life's tumultuous waters. Liz's trust and fearlessness during the crossing resonated with the author, who later realized the experience paralleled Liz's dream about a house by a bubbling river—a symbol of illusory safety away from the flow of life. The author interprets their shared experience as a passage through life's layers, acknowledging that existence itself is akin to a dream within a larger collective dream. The narrative concludes with an invitation for readers to subscribe and engage with the author's regular writings on Medium.

Opinions

The author believes that their experience with Liz was a significant moment that transcended the boundaries of time.
The rising tide and the act of crossing the sea arm are seen as metaphors for life's challenges and the act of facing them.
Liz's dream is interpreted as a representation of her desire for safety versus the need to engage with life's flow.
The author feels that human existence is layered and akin to a dream state, both personally and collectively.
The author values the trust and connection shared with Liz during their journey, emphasizing its emotional impact.
There is an underlying suggestion that real-life experiences can parallel and fulfill the symbolic meanings of our dreams.

Getting out of the shell of her illusory safety

Last week-end, we met with Liz at home. She came at 8 pm and we went to the sea shore in a near familiar spot. I looked at the tide time and tidal coefficient. The tide was rising but we had some time, so we walked till an islet where we sat to talk.

Her presence makes me feel out of time, so at a moment I got up and saw we were surrounded by the sea. I became worried. I knew this coast very well and I knew that the sea arm between the islet and the continent was shallow. We walked through it. She took off her trousers. She was not afraid, nor me. We crossed the stream, the water reaching our waists and eventually touch the dry sand alive. We hugged and regained my car, soaked.

Her trust touched me.

The next day, I was lying in my bed daydreaming when it hit me. She had told me previously about a dream, where she went to a house on the shore of a bubbling river. I had interpreted this house represented an illusory shelter while Life was flowing outside, so she situated herself out of Life in a false security.

It came to me that I had just stewarded her through Life, through the bubbling and dangerous waters of Life.

We live through dream layers, life as an earthling is nothing more than a layer of our collective and personal dream.

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