Here's a recent dream, sort of a nightmare- I was in the middle of an ocean floating on a small rowboat with no oars, and my dad and sister were on the boat also. The water was perfectly smooth, like the surface of a bubble, and a transparent saphire color. Far below I sensed there were dozens of sharks and this made me kind of nervous. We drift over to a tiny desert island in the middle of nowhere about the size of a surf board. It had tiny palm trees and a few bottles of water & cans of grape soda on it. I swam through the water to try and get to the island and was concerned that the sharks were going to eat me, but they didnt. My father told me that I shouldnt be afraid and that we could touch the bottom (maybe 6-7 feet deep). I was too scared to attempt to- I thought it would be impossibe given that we were in the middle of the ocean. ** Lately I have felt like my known world has shrank to the size of the tiny island, and I am just drifting through things aimlessly and precariously. Ive been trying to find a job forever and can hardly remember myself. At the same time I felt like there was a sense of beauty in the dream- the water that reaches beyond the safety of what I know- and maybe it means to say that I am filled with that also, and maybe I dont need to be so afraid. Cheers eveyone, wish ya'll the best mkc
