i had a dream last night. i walked out a back door house entrance to set something out into the ocean. at first, i was glad to get away from the assembled group, just to have a breath of fresh air. the tide was coming in, and the water was a little violent. i remember making the mental note that it would be okay, because i wouldn't have to wade too far out to set whatever it was i was letting go of onto a wave that would quickly bear it out to sea.
before i could walk down to the beach, though, the waves quickly became tidal. the length of 16 foot walls at the peak. i stood there, my horror growing as i realized that when this wave crashed, it was going to pull me in and out with it when it receded. my assessment of the situation happened quickly, yet i could not gather myself fast enough to simply go back inside (i was still right outside the door of the house). instead, i grabbed the doorknob. i knew that the water would knock me down, but that holding on to the knob would mean i wouldn't be pulled out--bad, but not an irrevocable disaster.
the water was a dirty brown and green. storm lashed.
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i haven't used that phrase-ology in forever. brings me back to the college days when everthing was double-o-c. seriously. you with the water dreams lately.....
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