I was at the beach with a large group of people, I’m not sure who they were. I had my son with me, who was around 3 years old, and I was carrying him on my shoulders and wading out into the water. We weren’t even waist deep, and suddenly the water just started quickly receding out toward the horizon. I could hear people screaming, and turned to see what was going on.
There were large rock formations to the far end of the beach to my right, and there were massive waves crashing against the rocks, throwing people around, and trapping them. I put my son down and told him to run to the other end of the beach, where our group was, then I ran over to help.
I dove into the massive waves, despite my fear of deep ocean water, and swam out with a few other people to try and rescue some drowning individuals. There was a man braving the waves with me, who was searching frantically for his son, but we couldn’t find him. He grabbed a teenage girl from the water, I grabbed a middle-aged woman. We were being thrown into the rocks, along with countless other victims of the ocean’s fury, but we managed to make it back to the shore. The teenage girl thanked us both before running to her family. The woman that I had pulled from the water was unconscious, and the man helped me perform CPR on her for a long time. It didn’t help. After what seemed like an hour of performing CPR, I looked down, and her lips had turned blue. She was gone.
I started crying, upset by the fact that I wasn’t able to save her, but the man pulled me away from her lifeless body, saying that we needed to go back into the water. So we dove back in.
We ended up saving three more individuals, despite being thrown into the rocks so many times that you would have thought all the bones in my body would have broken. I even got trapped in a small crevasse in the rocks with a small group of people, and nearly drowned. But we lived. The rest of the people who had been screaming in the water vanished. They were either saved by other people, or they didn’t make it.
Everything was calm again as we went back to the shore. The drowned woman’s body was gone. The man shook my hand, and another young woman, who had been helping with the rescues, hugged me, and we went our separate ways, as if nothing had happened. I don’t know if the man ever found his son.
Everyone at the other end of the beach seemed to have no idea of what had just happened, mere yards from them. Everyone was smiling and playing. I sat down next to my son, who was playing with a large Tonka truck in the sand, and starting sobbing uncontrollably. One of the girls from my group asked me where I had been, with a huge smile plastered on her face. I was incredibly upset me, because so many people had just died, and they were sitting here, blissfully unaware, playing in the sun. I glared at her until she walked away, still smiling.
I watched my son, who was still happily playing with his toy truck. I couldn’t stop crying. No one seemed to notice.
Then, there were more screams. The ocean, which had been receding this entire time, had turned into a massive tidal wave, thousands of feet high. Despite being miles away, it cast a shadow over the beach, and people started running away. I grabbed my son and his toy truck, and ran back to the rundown motel that we had apparently been staying in.
There were people running through the halls, breaking down doors, and stealing large pieces of furniture. I don’t know why. I grabbed a backpack off of the bed from our room, and we ran out of the building.
Everything, everywhere, was deserted.
I had just made it to the road, with my son holding tightly onto my back, when the tidal wave came back into view. It had made it to the beach, and was moving impossibly fast. We ran down the middle of the road, as the shadow cast by the massive wall of water loomed closer and closer…
…And then I was awoken by a crying baby at 5:00 in the morning.
Have I mentioned my fear of deep water? Terrifying.
3 thoughts on “Dream Journal 11/29/15”
Hello Super Jan,
You did amazingly well in such a terrible and scary situation in this dream, especially for someone with a fear of the deep sea, I can not even imagine how scary that probably was.
The deep sea can be extra terrifying in dreams, but it can also be a bit peaceful at times (sometimes in dreams it reminds me of the peaceful moment (it is too hard to describe but it was amazing, I felt like just letting go like everything was going to be okay, I can still somewhat feel that feeling when thinking about it; and it was so peaceful, like home, and I still feel like going there) that I had before I almost lost consciousness when I almost drowned as a kid at motel swimming pool while on vacation, but my dad saved me before I lost consciousness).
During the dream did the water feel real, did being in the water feel real, did the sounds of the waves sound real, did you feel much pain when hitting the rocks, did the rocks feel real, could you breathe, et cetera?
I imagine that the sounds of the waves made things more scary, especially with the giant wave casting a shadow, that reminded me of a dream that I had where the sun looked bigger like it was getting closer to the Earth and it was making a loud scary sound that sounded like a loud jet; and that sound was so scary that even a few days after the dream I would feel that fear when hearing jets flying in the sky.
The part in your dream where the girl was smiling actually made me laugh/smile a bit, I know that it was a serious moment for you, but I visualized the girl having a big smile and then walking away still smiling somewhat awkwardly/comedically/robotically for some reason.
Thank you for sharing your dream 🙂 ,
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Thank you for your comment, and for sharing your experience! I’ve had several experiences, all from then I was fairly young, where I had a brush with death while in water. But water itself doesn’t scare me, and I love swimming!
There is something about deep, dark water (especially the ocean, being so turbulent) that sends shivers down my spine and makes me anxious. Because of this, I don’t go on boats either.
I couldn’t really “feel” anything, but there definitely was a tightness in my chest, which was not fun. I still felt it after I woke up!
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You are welcome Super Jan. 🙂
That is good that you are not afraid of water or swimming; I took swimming lessons after I almost drowned, and that helped me to get over my fear.
To me very deep water can be like the unknown, and can trigger various feelings that some of us get sometimes when faced with the unknown.
Thank you for answering that, it is interesting how some things in dreams can sometimes effect/affect us even after we wake up, which can be good or bad or in between/neutral.
Thank you for replying 🙂 ,
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