I awoke to a dream that left me feeling perplexed and wondering. I and my companion were floating amidst the deepest waters of a cerulean ocean, on something akin to an inner tube, with our supplies lashed behind us, as though we were a poorer version in the Life of Pi. For some reason we jumped off and sank down into the midnight-blue depths. Our negative buoyancy was in slow-motion, and the water was backlit to show other floating images of sleeping leviathans. We were holding hands, not our breath. Nor were we using SCUBA. And yet, within the dream, I knew I was breathing air. I could see clearly the black images hovering far away in the water, which was not cold. It was like being in the far off end of a dimly lit swimming pool, where the light is slowed in its travels through water, and all is in shadow. We did not sink down very far - perhaps only 3 meters - suddenly I noticed a sleeping Hammerhead inches from my shoulder, and became terrified that it would awaken and attack me. Strangely, it was floating vertically. It was also small for a Hammerhead: only about 8 ft. long. The other shapes further away were sleeping monsters as well. In the distance, on the surface, we saw the lights of a fast-approaching boat. We hurried toward the surface so that the wake of the speeding boat would not chase away our own. I knew that we most both fit in our little inner tube without our feet dangling, for when the sleeping sharks awoke, there curiousity would awaken as well, and they would crave a nibble.
What disturbs me about this dream is not the sharks or being on the ocean, but that they were specifically Hammerheads, and the strange glow of the underwater seas and its shadows. That image is fixed in my mind. I also see the greater meaning behind this dream: self-sufficiency and the doubts that arise within, being alone while traveling, avoiding the things that scare me, and missing the ocean. My companion was unknown as well, which is odd. I frequently have unknown people in my dream, but can always see their face and describe them upon awakening. This person was in shadow and I never saw his face, even though in my dream, he was my companion/boyfriend. Perhaps this is simply a day-residue dream, since I was discussing my offshore sailing adventures on Saturday, but that's also quite a delay for a day-residue dream! Hmmm. And the color of the underwater world... has me mulling and confused.
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I want to be like Christopher Marlowe: move to a foreign metropolis, spend all my time writing in cafes along along crowded streets and windy waterfronts, and live life as such a valiant bon vivant that my bad reputation is well-earned and deserved!
Marlow "moved to London, where he wrote plays and earned a bad reputation. He was hot-tempered and got into many fights, and may have continued to spy for the Crown on a part-time basis. He was also accused of being an atheist, and had reportedly left some blasphemous and heretical papers lying around a flat he shared with fellow playwright Thomas Kyd. Kyd was arrested and tortured in May 1593, and he told the authorities about the documents. Atheism - or heresy - was a serious crime, and people who were convicted of it were burned at the stake. A warrant was issued for Marlowe's arrest, but before the authorities could round him up, Marlowe was dead. He got into a fight in a Deptford inn, and was stabbed in the forehead. The fight was allegedly over the bar bill, but he was in the company of three men who also had ties to British espionage, so the actual story behind his death is unclear. He was just 29 years old." www.thewritersalmanac.org |
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