Today, while doing random things last night’s dream kept coming back to me.
I was at some sort of lake resort. In the middle of the lake was this huge piece of stone floating in the water. It was big. It was like a small round island. Around the stone was a water platform where a man pushed people standing on the platform around the circular stone. The stone looked like a huge molcajete without the concaveness.
The man pushed through the water with a long stick. Kind of Venetian style. I couldn’t see who the people were, but they wore colorful clothing. I saw this from a window of a room I was looking to rent.
Among other things, a lot of my dreams have to do with water: a rising tide, a flowing river, the surf touching my feet, me floating in a huge tidal wave, a house sinking in water.
Dreams are fascinating. Freud argued that dreams are wish fulfillment. That dreams our are anxieties laid bare. He also said our biggest anxieties play out in our nightmares. Dreams are the unconscious laid bare.