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For as long as I can remember, the ocean has been the main theme in my dreams, and it’s been like this for about five years. The weird thing is that it used to be so magical and calm, like I could breathe underwater, swim with all sorts of sea creatures, and even dive to the very bottom where I’d meet a dragon who had wisdom to share. The sea was full of vibrant colors, coral, and friendly animals. Even the sharks didn’t attack me. The water was always clear, even deep down, and full of light—like an endless, beautiful soup of life. I was always the only human there.

But recently, my ocean dreams have completely changed. Now, I’m always on the beach with a bunch of other people. Sometimes, I swim, but the water is dark, and I keep my feet firmly on the bottom, my head above water. The shallow part of the beach is safe, and I can see the water there is a little clearer, but as soon as I get close to the deeper water, I can feel this overwhelming fear. It’s like there’s this huge, dark abyss just waiting to pull me in. I feel like if I don’t keep my feet planted on the sand, the currents will drag me away, and I’ll be lost forever.

What’s even stranger is that I often find myself swimming with my brother, who has schizophrenia. He can dive deep into the ocean like I used to, with no fear, but I’m terrified he won’t come back to the surface. Sometimes, we’re even in a little rowing boat together, and I can see a storm coming, threatening to sink us both.

Oneirly Answered question January 13, 2025