Dream 9/14/97
More Background Information Than Should Sensibly Be Divulged:
The following is an actual dream experienced by the author three nights and two days into a two month whirlwind love affair which has since ended in bitter tragedy.
I stand on a small wooden platform along a wide river. The structure juts out 8 feet or so from the bank. There is a raft attached one of the posts that disappears into the water underneath the platform. On the raft rests a small glass of orange juice, an unseen object and a piece of paper. I can't quite recall what's written on the paper, but perhaps it's a confession of sorts. I feel it has my heart written on it, at any rate, and I feel exposed by it. I am preparing the raft for launching... when suddenly a gale sweeps up and I lose my grip on the raft. I watch in horror as my raft, my paper, my heart slide away from me into the great unknown. Gathering my senses once again, I jump off the pier to the bank and begin running downstream, hoping to catch up to the raft and pull it in with a large pole or tree branch. As I run down the shore of the river, clouds begin to darken and swirl. Rain splashes my face and stings my eyes. I must get the raft. I run until I'm parallel with it. I step a little closer into the water to reach my pole out to fish the raft. In motion so slow I feel my cells dividing, my knees buckle under me, I lose my balance. My vision blurred, I stumble face first into the muddy water.
Query:
Did this dream mean something? Was it a premonition of events to come, or the dark ramblings of my intuition trying to forewarn me of a disasterous relationship? Email me with your thoughts.