I just woke from an interesting dream. I’m going back to sleep after I write this (I had to take a “mental health” day today), but I don’t want to forget it so I’m writing this now.
I’ve often dreamt about tidal waves, tornadoes and tsunamis. I know these things represent my sometimes overwhelming emotions that seem to want to pulverize me. Somehow in these dreams, I always survive them — or wake up.
In this dream, I was on a boat — maybe a cruise ship, I’m not sure. It was very spontaneous. I hadn’t planned to be on this conveyance, and was excited to going to wherever I was going. I was talking to some older woman in one of the rooms, who was showing me a lot of old family pictures. I wasn’t dressed or made up, then I looked out the window and saw people walking by on the beach outside laughing. Because I was on a boat, I don’t know how that was possible but it was.
I decided to get dressed and go outside and join the fun. Instead, I wound up in some food court where lunch was being served. My table mate was none other than President Obama! We just chatted like old friends — not about politics, just about the weather and other mundane things. I wasn’t particularly impressed that I was sitting at a table with the president, talking to him; he was just a nice stranger.
At some point I turned around and looked toward the sliding glass doors behind me that led to the deck and couldn’t believe what I saw. A smooth black wall of water, maybe hundreds of feet high, was headed directly toward us! Because I was on a boat in open water, there was nowhere to run. Obama looked too but didn’t seem scared. He told me to put my head down, which I did. I tried to relax and took deep breaths, bracing myself for the onslaught and certain death. I prayed that Jesus would take me to Heaven. I asked him to forgive me for my sins and lack of faith sometimes. I kept breathing and trying to relax, but nothing happened.
Cautiously, I looked up and turned around. The ocean outside was choppy as if after a storm, but otherwise looked normal!
“What happened to the tsunami?” I asked Obama. He just shrugged. I went back to eating and making plans for the day.
This dream was different from my other tidal wave dreams for several reasons.
- I didn’t wake up.
- The danger passed without me waking up.
- I turned to God for protection.
- I didn’t panic.
I think this says a lot about my emotional growth. The wave represents my emotions, but I have control of them now, and sometimes, things don’t turn out to be nearly as terrible as I expected them to. Turning to God in moments of crisis can pull me through, as does mindfulness things like deep breathing.
It’s interesting about Obama. I think he was there because this particular tsunami represents my emotional turmoil in the wake of this election. Maybe he represents calmness to me.
Funnily enough, that reaction seemed right in character for Obama. XD He’s a very steady-as-she-goes kind of man.
That is a very cool dream! And with what you’ve talked about, with doing so much growing over the last few months, I think your interpretation is accurate. 🙂 It’s interesting that you ended up praying in your dream; I do that too, sometimes, when I’m in a frightening situation in a dream. It tends to make me feel calmer.
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I have had recurrent dreams of tidal waves throughout my childhood. They are always thrilling dreams. Scary but exciting. I notice a wave is about to come crashing over my head. There is no way to escape it. Sometimes I’m on a beach and the wave is so big, it is going to cover the whole beach. CRASH! Down comes the wave. But I can breathe under water so it’s alright. I love this dream. I love the ocean so much.
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I do too. The dreams to me are scary, but nothing ever happens in them. This one was more enlightening than scary.