Floating down to a giant pool of water.
It is a never ending abyss.
With no hesitation or any concern, I am sinking down carrying a heavy backpack.
What does the bag carry in it? I have no idea. My subconscious doesn't reveal that fact to me.
I am floating down quickly, passing the point where I could see the light above. Where is the light, I wonder?
I see blurry images of people above the water, waving their hands, I hear their frantic sounds. Are they calling ME? A hand reaches out - who is it? Is it myself? The hand has reach me, and in an instant - it pulls me out. Me, and the backpack. Its reach was effortless and strong enough to carry us both safe and sound to the top.
Up there, outside the water - there is an excitement around me; a celebratory feel.
And yet I am in a daze, wondering what the fuss was about. As if I am floating once again. This time - in a sea of an uncertain mind.
I could analyze this dream to death, and would likely come to many conclusions...
But I rather just let it be, let it float as what it is: A message from my inner world. A wave of 'Hello' from my subconsciousness. A friendly nudge to go deeper, with no fear and no concern, and know that my own force would carry me upwards safe and sound and cheer me on with love. Inward and upward!
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In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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