01/21/03
The Water Museum

More odd dreams with water. I count water as being up there with "darkness falling" in terms of important recurring symbols in my dreams, and the dreams I had the day before yesterday were no exception.

Unfortunately I can't remember them very well by now.

I do recall that I walked through some sort of old building that was meant to be a museum, a re-creation of something, some kind of tour, with other people. I got the feeling of it being antique...perhaps 1800s or so...dusty, old, worn, but of historic significance. Like Old Mill Creek. Or Fort Mackinac. Perhaps Colonial. A long low building, sprawling, only one story. It was overcast, cloudy, on the verge of raining outside and we walked around inside this dusty old place. For some reason it intrigued me. It was just...I don't know. I can't really describe it. The feeling you get walking through a place that has history behind it. Do you know that feeling? Because I can't describe it otherwise. It was that feeling that I got.

This place was surrounded by lakewater. I believe it was supposed to be Lake Superior, meaning we were surrounded by Great Lake. It was shallow, but not incredibly shallow; looks could be deceiving at parts, as it was almost swampy. There were trees and rushes, so we were not far from land. I remember walking through this building and then suddenly it was flooded with water. There were several inches of it covering the floor. It wasn't dirty or murky, but clear and cool. I feel it was supposed to be winter, but I was not excessively cold, even with lakewater streaming over my feet. I sloshed through it with awe. It reminded me of my dream...what was it called?..."The Comforting Flood." When my bedroom flooded, but nothing was ruined. It was like that.

There was at least one adult male with the group; he's all I remember. He may have looked a bit like Liam Neeson or else Ralph Fiennes, but then again that could just be because Neeson was on TV this morning. *shrug* This old dusty place so intrigued me, and the floodwater did even more so. I walked toward the back of this building and came out into the open, onto a wetland or marsh--it overlooked an expanse of shallow water, and I stood and stared down at the color and patterns formed by the ripples on the sand and seaweed and rock below. It mesmerized me, it was so beautiful. I wanted to walk through it, like the courtyard in my "The Courtyard In The Swamp" dream, but I didn't. I was afraid of sinking, of drowning. The Great Lakes, and Lake Superior especially (if this was indeed Superior and not Huron, the Great Lake I know best), can be treacherous.

I was so very tempted...

I remember a part with some wooden pilings, dockwork, something like that, and walking over them, trying to cross the water...nearly falling in, or perhaps I did, and making a close escape...the others, or at least the man, were with me, and helped me. I got wet. It was cold, but I was not exceedingly upset. The water just interested me so much. There was more, but it fades now...all I know for sure is that water drew my attention for some reason...

I had a rather adult dream last night, so I won't discuss it here...



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