She’s never seen such a beautiful sight, such intense colours. Only in dreams. This was her third such dream that she can remember. A real jewel. Blue sapphire.
She woke up, out of this seascape dream, in the early hours of the morning, feeling elated, and bewildered by her own subconscious mind which offered her such a dazzling gift. She went to bed late last night and needed more sleep. But would she forget the dream? She didn’t want to lose a dream of such beauty.
“I’ll go through it now, step by step. In my mind.”
There was no question of writing it down. She was too sleepy.
“The blueness of the sea sparkled in the sun. Deep sapphire blue against the pale blue sky. The waves were gently rolling towards the sandy beach stretching from one end to the other of the dream canvas. There were some swimmers in the sea calling out to me to join them, and I did.”
In real life she would have vehemently resisted their call. She absolutely hated the coldness of the water when her warm body was making that agonising first contact with the sea. It would take her ages to get completely immersed, uttering Ohs! and Ahs! at each one-centimetre immersion.
“I just gently slid into the warm water.”
The dazzling colours and the warmth of the sea were with her when she woke up again at midday.
One thing puzzled her, though. How come she dreamt such a beautiful, soothing dream after watching The Bomb on TV last night? Her dream could have easily been littered with exploding giant mushrooms reaching high up into the sky, with raging fires, with humans, animals and plants instantly pulverised into oblivion.
She winked at the clear blue winter sky and embraced the warmth of the midday sun. A butcher bird filled the air with his hauntingly melodious love call.
©Irina Dimitric 16 August 2016
A beautiful description of a stunning scene, Irina. Dreams are funny things, and interpreting them is difficult to do. This one seems to be just what your character needed – the calm, peaceful beauty of the seascape to sooth her mind after its traumatising assault by images of a devastating nuclear explosion. The dream seems to have done its work, leaving her to appreciate all the more the natural beauty of the Earth and the life that depends on it. 🙂
Thank you, Millie, for your thoughtful comment. As a matter of fact, I was searching for a suitable photo to accompany my real dream, which, as you rightly conclude, I dreamt to mitigate the worry that the documentary impressed on my mind. Just as WW2 ended, a new threat appeared – the atomic bomb – and the spectre of global annihilation was always at the back of our young minds. Unfortunately, the threat still exists with so many countries in possession of a nuclear bomb. In this dream my subconscious mind was a gentle healer. You are right, Millie, this dream has done its soothing work.