It was a few months after the dream of the gray
house when Idreamptagain.
This time instead of a neighborhood there stood
a shoreline to some sort of body of water. The
sun was out and hundreds of people were enjoying
the banks. In my dream I scanned across the
water and my eyes saw something startling that
caught my breath.
There was blood in the water.
A young girl was swimming and didn’t see that
there was a large red beast that followed her.
It was huge with blood red eyes that never
moved. Its tentacles sliced through the girl a
stroke at a time, just enough to make her bleed
like several small paper cuts.
The girl didn't realize what was happening. She
didn’t seem to see that she was slowly
being bled, and she showed no panic that this
horrible creature was harming her...and I was
too paralyzed with my own confusion to help.
I knew that if she would just pull herself back
up onto the bank the
creature wouldn’t be able to touch her
anymore. To my dismay,the
girl simply did not see the danger…she thought
the cuts were too small to worry over; she was
having a good time in the water.
To my horror,as
time moved by, the
cuts became too many, and the girl bled to
My dream then flashed to a large building where
I was walking about observing the activity of
the place. There was a back room. I opened the
door, and a handsome man stood there. I knew his
face. He smirked just slightly as he scanned my
body up and down with hollow eyes.
He spoke kindly and invited me to come in and
enjoy his company. I knew then what he was. I
quickly backed up and walked briskly out.
The dream flashed back yet again to the water
and the bank. I looked out and to my horror
there was not one, but many in this dangerous
water that was now tinted red. Some saw the
creatures and swam to the bank and saved
themselves while others only waded in the water
completely oblivious of the harm.
I Woke Up
As I thought about the dream later that day, I
realized that this is exactly what we do as
human beings. Not knowing how to fuel that love
starved void within us, the hope of receiving
fun and attention and convenient "love" leads us
into very dangerous waters.
The damage is unnoticeable at first, and the
risk seems worth the enjoyment we receive, but
inside our self-worth slowly dies as we fight to
maintain other's love and approval.
In short, without a vision of the wonders that
we are, life can bring along moment after moment
of painfully sacrificing the safety, love and
respect we all so crave.
We can swim to the shore and walk out and live
fantastically, but first we must see the threat
of our own enmity and
look straight into its desperate, love starved