26. DREAM CROSSING THE RAINBOW BRIDGE

 Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my Soul to keep; 
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lady my Soul to take. 
                    -- 18th century children's bedtime prayer

     All my life I've experienced recurring dreams of tsunamis. Do they represent a past-life, Atlantean exodus, or a realistic, present-day warning? The Aztec calendar prophecies this Fifth World will end in earthquakes and fire, as the Fourth World ended in the Flood. The fact our bodies are ninety per cent comprised of water, promises a possible evolution beyond our doom (if we can grow gills and re-inhabit the ocean). Meanwhile, I'm stuck processing the Wave. In my dreams tsunamis loom, tall as the phantom twin towers, building in terrifying heights, before crashing relentlessly over me. I'm awestruck witnessing their hulking approach; as they wash over, I cringe, black-out, and die (i.e. wake up). It's a final make-over, no trace of "I" exists any longer. The act of being engulfed is simultaneously purifying, the whoosh of liquid dream light transiting my body is an ecstatic rush! (like shooting up).
     

    The Jungian fascination I hold in frozen regard, eyeballing these rogue waves, is indescribable. As we blindly go about our lives, surrendering to / facing our deepest, sub-conscious fears and desires, I imagine this dream symbolically representative of a singular Truth : There is No Escape from Fate (the knock-knock joke of impending Death). Sometimes, as the wave descends, a tree appears on the beach, which I hug with all my Life. This process of lucid, Soul dissolution leaves me spooked, humbled, and oddly exhilarated.
     Not so long ago, on a "harvest assignment" in California's  Emerald Triangle, communing with Nature (stoned on a pyramid-shaped, mushroom chocolate (Rik Shiva's secret recipe)), I met a Druid bard / metalhead, who professed his ability to recall a past life (we shared?) in Atlantis. We theorized that the Great Tidal Wave of God's Wrath, which destroyed the Atlantean civilization, was punishment for their arrogant pride and misuse (black magic) of sacred technology. He further disclosed that he spoke the Lord's Prayer during the deluge, asking forgiveness for his beloved wife's Soul (a powerful and irreverent witch of the time) (a great pick-up line on his part) (it worked!). Psychically enhanced by P. cyanescens, my astral body teleported to a canal-interlaced, domed-island temple, studded with quartz crystal columns....and heard ominous, cracking sounds.............

     Gadzooks! Towering waves, cresting whitecaps, roaring sea monsters.......premonitions of the BIG ONE, portents of incalculable dimensions. As a young girl, I experienced near-death by drowning, sliding from a log into deep water, at my friends's camp in the Saint Lawrence Seaway's Thousand Islands. My struggling ceased within seconds, as the act of sinking transformed my thrashing into an uncanny calm. Sunlight bathed the oxygen-rich, bubbly medium a translucent green, sounds waves rippled in muffled ebb and flow. As murky elementals curiously closed in, the burning pressure in my lungs gradually receded. I hung, weightlessly transported, willing myself to the webbed-one's respiration.......a frilly-feted fate not wholly undesirable....until my friend's Dad jumped in to rescue me.
     Tsunami dreams are epic, thrilling, and nothing like the real thing's tragic consumption of innocent lives. As Sigmund Freud exclaimed, "dreams are froth" : ultimate art-forms our Soul embodies, to release and purify unconscious / primal fear; movies we direct in astral filaments and symbolic language. Prime-time horror shows. The spiral waves curling and unfurling like sea serpents, writhing in oceanic exhale, are reminiscent of replicant DNA's orgasms for Life. 

     

     Over the years, I accumulate hundreds of tsunami dreams, until one night the dream itself takes a dive and totally flips. The wave is coming on strong...when....Lo and Behold! the Rapture!.....I AM THAT I AM floats out above the wave, higher and higher, into a blue star kachina sky! A rainbow bridge manifests, airbrushed to order, which I cross to the Promised Land (Lotus Columbia - Land of the New Dove) (channeling Eigenstates of Noah's messengers). This re-write marked the end of my fruitful period of tsunami visitations.  
                                         

      Alas, how rare and ethereal dreams are, how freely they appear and disappear, and what great psychoanalysts they make! Do far-away islands of long white clouds, harken on my horizon? Aotearoa in the Ring of Fire? I treasure dreams of the nebulous deep; dolphins, orcas, whales, and the Mer, beckon their watery daughter. Pisces, Libra rising.