tsunami, or dreams of unknown disasters.
Posted 04-04-2011 at 03:37 PM by lilly
Long before I knew of tsunami's or rogue waves, I dreamed of them.
Now I don't say I have had past lives, because I certainly don't remember anything about any past lives. This one is quite enough, thank you.
But I used to dream of a dark wave, as tall as a skyscraper, and I was in a boat, though I don't know what sort of boat except it was small, and I rode up the dark wall of a wave, and I knew I didn't survive, because all went dark, and I would wake up.
As a teen I was convinced that some time in the distant past whoever I was, and I don't know who that was or anything else about that spirit if it was me, drowned out at sea.
The past is as much a mystery as the future
I wonder how many unrecorded millions of people have died in tsunamis. With all we know, they continue to die.
Now I don't say I have had past lives, because I certainly don't remember anything about any past lives. This one is quite enough, thank you.
But I used to dream of a dark wave, as tall as a skyscraper, and I was in a boat, though I don't know what sort of boat except it was small, and I rode up the dark wall of a wave, and I knew I didn't survive, because all went dark, and I would wake up.
As a teen I was convinced that some time in the distant past whoever I was, and I don't know who that was or anything else about that spirit if it was me, drowned out at sea.
The past is as much a mystery as the future
I wonder how many unrecorded millions of people have died in tsunamis. With all we know, they continue to die.
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Perhaps it is the collective unconcious.
Life and death repeating and repeating, each time differently.Posted 04-05-2011 at 10:27 AM by lilly 
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Read that such dreams are fear. Fear of being overwhelmed.
I don't know. I only know I do have dreams of the very distant past, and certainly that seemed almost prehistoric. Tribal wandering among other things.
Might be we were here long ago, and don't remember it for good reasons, because life was so hard, so short, and so fraut with danger.Posted 04-06-2011 at 01:25 PM by lilly
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Whenever we have one of our little earthquakes, (I live at the end of a fault line) and I'm in bed, it feels like an animal jumped onto the bed.
Had a short nitemare of an intruder. My husband(deceased) goes down to check, and I don't have a phone to call 911, and couldn't if I tried as I felt paralyzed.
We actually are to a degree paralyzed as we dream, so we don't act out our dreams. Or at least I read that somewhere, and it makes sense.
And then something light and small leaps on me, and I wake up heart beating and know that I'm dreaming and it isn't real, whatever it is.
I must be worried about things, the economy, the world and its traumas like tsunamis, earthquakes and climate change.
In real time, I never worry myself about intruders or home invasions as some who live alone do. Not one of my fears.
I have few fears. That I'll run out of gas, that I might run the car into the ditch since a big chunk of earth vanished on a road where I make a sharp left turn every day.
Much relieved to see they filled in the huge gaping hole with rocks and earth the other morning. It really bothered me whenever I made that sharp left turn.
I truly was expecting someone to drive into the deep drainage ditch at that point.Posted 04-16-2011 at 12:37 PM by lilly
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Am writing a book that begins with a shipwreck, and that dream wave.
A past life.Posted 06-25-2012 at 10:54 AM by lilly
