The Dream
Staying
in shared accommodation
on holiday.
I was in a rush
to leave.
I’d left it too late
for my onward journey—
it would be very late
when I arrived.
I worried
about cleaning
before I left.
I relaxed
it was okay—
others were staying on.
—
At my next location,
the weather
was glorious.
The sea
was wild.
I stood on the prom,
confused
at what I was looking at.
Then I realised:
the sea wall
was made of glass,
holding back the sea
from consuming
the land.
My camera
had fallen into the water
somewhere—
but it had been returned
onto the top of the sea wall.
I tried
to take photos
with it.
I cleaned
the wet lens.
A sunburned ex-boyfriend
stood nearby,
chest on show,
trying
to flirt with me.
I pondered
the benefit
of protecting the land.
I understood
it was inhabited—
but isn’t it just evolution
to let things
change?
The Meaning
shared space
Another borrowed place. I’m on the move—again. But this time? I’m not cleaning. I’m letting go.
late arrival, wild sea
The delay gives way to glory. It’s not just beautiful—it’s threatening to consume everything. The sea is vast, wild, and held back by something thin and artificial.
glass sea wall
This is a fragile defence against overwhelming emotions or truths. And I’m there trying to understand my role in the protection, or the surrender to the inevitable.
the camera lost and returned
I lost my tool for witnessing and the sea/my emotional unconscious gave it back. But it’s blurry, the lens is wet, my perspective needs cleaning.
sunburned ex
Here we go again! The ex representing past impulses—all while I’m mid-epiphany.
the evolution question
I’m questioning the validity of trying to protect anything at all. The land is meaningful, but is resistance to change even reasonable? This is my psyche trying to reconcile grief, detachment, collapse, and transformation.
What Lingers…
What if perspective doesn’t need replacing, only cleaning?
What if evolution isn’t in protection, but in the willingness to let something go?
Marginalia
This dream feels like a continuation of the questioning in This Path Used To Be Shared—how I’ve held space, even lineage, with others.
But now, there’s a shift: I’m no longer trying to disappear like The Considerate Ghost. I’m ready to move on. Ready to pass the baton of “impact” to someone else.
And maybe for the first time, I’m starting to believe that what I’m passing on doesn’t need to be sanitised.
Of all my dreams, this one’s questions linger the most in waking life:
Do I maintain the status quo, or let everything be washed away in the current of natural evolution?
And when it comes to energetic lineage—
Isn’t there a difference between burying something and letting it be washed away?
One is shame.
The other is surrender.
