Dream of a Whale July 6, 2018
This dream woke me up and although it is 3 am I had to get up and write it down. I am unable to sleep because I know it is important I record it while the emotion is fresh.
Patrick and I were back in the city, it felt like Prince Albert, but I’m unsure if the location is important. Perhaps it is connected to Lucas because he is still living there, this dream of the whale.
It was quite bizarre actually because one would not expect to come across a whale in a creek in the city, but this is what happened. It was just a moment in time really, one that seemed to carry great significance.
Whales are the record keepers of earth and this one made every attempt to connect with me in the most unlikely of places. We were walking on the path alongside a stream. Patrick was ahead of me and I believe it was raining, everything seemed dark, the sky, the ground and the water, all indicating a storm. I’m not sure where we were heading, it seemed we were in a bit of a hurry, but I was distracted by something in the water.
I saw movement but did not realize it was actually a humpback whale until I tried to cross the stream. This was when it passed directly in front of me, following the stream as it turned in the opposite direction to where I was headed. As I watched it pass, amazed at the very possibility, it brushed against me, it’s tail purposely touching my leg. It was done in the gentlest way possible for one so large, an amazing display of control on its part.
I was so surprised by this experience I have completely forgotten the main part of the dream, still there on the edge of memory trying to get back in. I am not sure if it is better that I do not remember it. There is significance to this dream. The feeling of the whale’s tail on my leg remained after I awoke…a reminder of my connection to the sea.
There has always been a great deal of fear in me with connection to the water for reasons which I do not understand. Although someone once told me that my mother almost drowned while she was carrying me, and that is why I cling to the fear. I know now my mother was an excellent swimmer and considering the amount of time she spent in the water, including the ocean, I can see the sense of what he said, although at the time I did not know who my mother was.
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