I was with a group of people, we traveled in a van, The people are vague to me, I don't recall them being anyone in my social or family circle. I was wearing dress pants and a sweater. It was some kind of ... retreat perhaps? I had a room with a bed, a narrow closet. Put my suitcase on the floor, hung up my pants and sweater, slipped into jeans and a sweatshirt. We were on or near a beach. Skip to next scene, its the last day, we're going home later. Last event of the trip is learning to surf. (whoa, where did that come from?) I am still wearing my jeans and sweatshirt, I have my camera in my purple kindle case and tuck it under my sweatshirt where it won't get wet. (lol as if!) I lay on the board, and paddle out along with everyone else, there must be 20 of us. Most of them are waiting for a wave. I sit up and straddle the board, paddling toward shore, thinking just a small wave to take me in would be fine enough for me. A white seal swims up next to me and I think Oh gosh! I need a picture of this. I reach under my sweatshirt for my camera then think I better not pull it out, the saltwater will ruin my camera. (as if its not already soaking wet!) I go back to paddling again, the ocean pushing me toward shore, and there's a rush as I coast my way in. I step out of the water, stand my board in the sand and walk toward the building. (There are so many details I remember... looking to the right and left, I can see others on surfboards, everyone seems joyful. I don't recognize the beach as one I've been to before). By the time I reach this building, my jeans and my sweatshirt are totally dry. I pass another girl in a hallway and mention this, she says isn't it great this time of year when everything dries so quick like that? There's some kind of end-party, there are drinks and a buffet set up. I dash back to my room to change into my slacks and sweater for the drive home.
the only elusive thing has to do with something on the table, something that was going to be shared .... maybe it will come to me later. but surfing??? me?? hardly! lol
altho.... I've always like the water, never feared it.
there must be significance in the white seal, it was very vivid.
i felt as if I'd been in the room with the closet before, but can't name the place.
Anyway, was just sitting here with breakfast, reading a book, and the dream jumped into my brain, so I had to write it down. Then research some dream interpretations.
Seals are (obviously) sea mammals, and are highly symbolic of our feeling, sensual selves. The seal helps us to remember our connection to our deep inner rhythms, feelings, and knowing, as represented by the sea. As humans generally believe themselves to be apart from ‘animals’, when really we are a-part of them, we often fight giving in to these deep rhythms and are afraid of ‘losing’ what we consider to be ourselves. When we are afraid of drowning in these depths, Seal being a good swimmer and knowing how to flow with the ever changing current, reminds us how to swim with the current. When we do this the negative feelings we have created such as worry, fear and anxiety are released from our minds. If seal enters your life, you are being asked to review the ebb and flow of your thoughts and emotions and find and keep up a point of balance.
Water is a creative element and symbolises the feminine imagination and intuition. If the seal appears in your life, pay close attention to your imagination and insight - in the waking state and in dreamtime. A lot of what you imagine generally has a strong basis in reality, no matter how far-off it may seem. People with seal as a power animal are generally highly imaginative and very creative. They will need activities that channel and direct this. The Seal/Sea Lion can show you how to develop and focus your imagination.
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