The Mermaid Dream

I used to have this dream of me swimming in the ocean alongside dolphins.  It’s more like flying in water; gliding on waves.   The water feels like silk upon my skin, cool and calming with each stroke; like I could become a part of the water if I just swam faster.  As I watch and follow the dolphins, I could see concern and urgency on their little faces.  Yes they had faces, individual and very distinct faces; worry was among them and they were rushing me to the shore of some unfamiliar land.  I smell the ocean water and taste salt in this dream; making it one very strong memory over the years.   

There’s a sensual flow shivering down inside me with every stroke.  Small splashes followed with whispering Waves kissing my face repeatedly while aquatic rhythms surround my tread; sighs with ‘whoshing’ sounds respond to my every thrust; surprisingly seducing me with passionate wet wonders.  I have yet to feel so much overwhelming sensuality and passion in real life.  In this fantasy I could drown or suffocate in pure and never-exaggerated intimacy of the sea.  Fluttering and flinging my legs, bobbing my head back and forth and up and down, breathing in and out; basking in the spirit of the water.   The realization settles once I breathe while going under to explore the water-life beneath and notice I no longer have feet….Mermaidian!

I become eager to explore and play.  But the serious and demanding dolphins gather around closer,  “There is no more life for you here!  You must get there on time.  He is drowning; he is waiting to be saved and then he will save you!”  They actually talk!?!?  And all at once with an actual voice, loud and clear.  I had so many questions but I had no time to ask.  Then when I get closer to land there he is, suspended in the ocean like a painting.  No life was in him!  There’s no warmth on his skin when I quickly wrap my tail around him and effortlessly push him up for air.  His face’s a blur and a hairy mess.  I put my breast tightly against his chest and tied my arms around his back and tightly squeeze and squeezed!  All the water sprayed out from his mouth onto my face and I laughed!  He screamed!  Then I awake!

~~Now this dream never made sense to me.  I always liked mermaids but never became this passionate swimmer or lifesaver.  I have noticed throughout the years that many of my dreams that I have about people are those that are close to me somehow, from co-workers to my siblings and children.  This particular dream is connected to my husband for the simple fact that he has had a recurring dream of drowning and being saved by a mermaid.  So how deep is that shit….~~#2B>>