I dreamt of a wave too, last saturday night. I was with other people, maybe my partner, we were walking in the street of an unknown city. We knew the Wave was coming, so we were not really running cause anyway it was too late to run for shelter. We were just walking knowing it was coming, juste behind us, a gigantic wave. When it stroke, I decided not to fight it and I let myself go under (this reminded me of the C's remark : "or you could go under"). So I let myself sink. I sort of wanted to die, because I sensed my daugther had died to, so what's the point of living ?
So I went to the bottom, under the Wave, but didn't die. I felt something above that pushed me to come back to the surface. So I was kind of "dragged" to the surface. There it was day light, and all was submerged. I was with other people, maybe my partner was here, I 'm not sure. We were swimming in water, circled by sirens. They had long hair ,some red, and very white, sparkling teeth, pointed like vampires. They talked to us, saying they were sirens, thus could be dangerous. But overall they were polite and nice. Just a bit scary with their teeth. We all decided to go ashore, so the sirens started to peel off their scales. I was surprised and said i thought the sirens were losing their scales and grew legs naturally when they reached the earth. They said no, they had to take off their scales with their hands. I found it weird. And I thought of my daughter and said to myself that she mus'tn't be dead, that it is just not her place to be here.
So we went ashore and the sirens went in a building, in the toilets to put on clothes and take on a human aspect. They went out and looked like plain human women, no more bright teeth and long red hair, they were just quite homely.
We went to a library. There were lots of books, esoteric and conpiracy books. All sparkling new books, with beautiful covers and colors. Books about the story of Israel, Israel role as a genocider, that kind of things (I'm a lot in CofZ these days). A small book caught my eye : a book about the nazis, the title of which implying they were victims and not really that naughty.
While in the library, I was talking with a man, his spouse had died in the flood and now he was with a siren. I thought "something's wrong. This guy is a widower, he's just lost his wife and he does'nt seem to mind going out with a siren immediately after". Bad sign, I said to myself, very suspicious
I searched through the library if there was any LKJ book and was puzzled not to find any. I asked "where are all the LKJ books ?". Sirens and others kind of ignored my question. Finally I found 2 books of SH, their covers were all faded, all the colors had faded and they were nearly falling into pieces. I said to myself : "plus, it's an old edition".
I searched in the back of the library and looked for a book on sirens, 'cause I knew LKJ had written a book about sirens.
Finally, Laura' voice (not really Laura's voice, maybe her spirit or juste a vague presence) accused them of hiding her books, and said : "I wrote a book about YOU" (the sirens). And then with the other human people, we took the sirens by the hands and held them while saying : "you're just a dream in the past, you're an ilusion, and repeated the word illusion till the sirens began to fade away and disappeared.
We went in the sunlight, and someone picked up a small bird (rather the shadow of a small bird), a baby eagle, and put it behind her, its wings spread, so that it looked like that person had small wings in her back.
Then we looked at ourselves in a mirror and began to do some breathing exercizes.
Before waking up I thought of Don Juan and said to myself : "there"s nothing to be exultant about, one always must be on the watch". I woke up and felt rather worried at the predators, the easiness with which they fool us, the possible future outcome, and the possibility of myself fooling myself by this dream. That sort of thought and self doubt, and the feeling of not really knowing anything about anything, especially about manipulaion and self deception.
In the end, I'm not sure if it was a positive or a negative dream.
