I notice my proclivity to hide in the ocean. I find it cute how much I enjoy my dreams of living in the ocean – that magical smooth place somewhere deep into nothingness, where there is no form, no structure, no border. Even when I was studying / writing about Deleuze and Guattari, this ocean was a space I kept retreating into (although I know I am not supposed to take the idea of the ‘ocean’ so literally). Someone said I may have been a mermaid before. 🙂 🙂 It was a wonderful indulgence this morning that I woke up too late to send babyboo to his new school. haha.
This time, the space was “striated” unlike all the previous dreams. There was a surface in it, not sure whether that was a huge animal (maybe some whale?) or a man-made object. On top of the surface was a baby seal (or sea lion. Babyboo was not in my dream to teach me that differentiation…) and it was rolling around happily on the surface. I was rolling around on the surface with it too, but a little fearful of getting too close, so I got as close as I could without getting into contact with it. There were dolphins prancing around, but not on that surface with us. A hammerhead shark was swimming just outside, and I was pretty intrigued and went swimming with it. It looked friendly like it can do no harm. After a while, I just got bored and went back to rolling around with the baby seal / sea lion.
It feels a little like starring in Finding Nemo or Finding Dory. Maybe I am Finding Depth. Depth of what? Will wait for the sequel to unfold. 😀