Dream: Wade in the Water

I was wading in Lake Superior, out to a boat or plane. I was alone, and the light seemed strange and diffuse. The sand was quite a dark gold color, and I remember wading amongst other people and realizing many of them were standing in the water a long way out, and I realized I could wade that far out too. I was doing this to go home to Saginaw.

There was something with the plane—like it was stuck in the sand amidst the shallow waters, and had been abandoned. It seemed like someone was living in it, and in it was this guy who seemed to be about my age (maybe a little younger; I’m probably getting to a point where I think I’m younger than I actually am (haha)). It seemed like there was an abandoned boat out in the water too, and we were going to drift out to check out the boat. Somehow it seemed like I went from shoreline to shoreline until I got to my mom’s.

I made it to my aunt’s somehow, and my cousins were being silly in a good way. We were calling each other although we were in the same room. And then the stinging began. My hands were full of little raised bumps, worse on my right hand than my left. They stung and itched but if I scratched them they burned and oozed. On my left hand the bumps were tiny, like grains of sand, mostly around my knuckles and spreading down my fingers for a knuckle joint or so. On the right, the bumps were bigger and profuse, clustering together. They looked more like warts, although there were also the small ones about. I also got a few on my left torso.

I remembered having them before, also from trips where I had been in the water, and I felt surprised that I’d never figured it out before, as it seemed pretty obvious. I wondered if it was perhaps from the power plants in Marquette. I also had a few plants that were planted in sand, and they seemed to be getting out to a mediocre start. I wondered if the soil was right for them.

Things began to be explained to me, by someone who seemed to be male, although I can’t remember because it seemed like I was on the verge of waking and sleep. The bumps were described as electromagnetic wounds.

Interpretation:

-Water is a symbol of spirit. The shallow water represents the depth of my recent mindfulness.

-Stranded aircraft is symbolic of the spiritual journey, stalled but used as a shelter

-“Home” here is symbolic of returning to where I belong, and the silly phone calling while we’re in the same room is like using words when mere presence is enough.

-Electromagnetic wounds come from a misaligned energy field