I don't mean a fun Slushie or frozen treat for summer. Tropical Ice is the best description of the overall feel for my most recent dream. The first image I can remember starts...
...on a plane. It's a large jet-liner going somewhere in the Caribbean. This setting is mostly chaos, imagine the scenes of over packed middle-eastern buses but filling a plane. I know that I'm with family but I can't find any of them. Despite losing my family there is no sense of dread or discomfort, I just know that everything is okay. The cabin starts to fall apart, splintering like wood, sound becomes hollow and eventually fades to nothing...
...I wake up for a minute, watch Jess shift around a bit and roll over to get back to sleep...
...I'm with my family at a resort. The setting is a thatch roofed bar area next to a tiered pool. The pool empties into open water that is shut off by massive ice-bergs. Everyone roams around in their best summer wear. I lounge in one of the pool areas with my family, I lean against the side of the pool and watch people splash about and kids destroy the water surface with seemingly endless cannonballs. I'm approached by two women that begin to rub their hands over my body. They pull at my shoulders and waist, their smiles and touch become a siren song and I drift away from the edge of the pool. I feel another set of hands wrap around my stomach and down into my swim trunks, this touch is much more enticing. The two women melt into the background as I turn to find the person attached to these new wandering hands. My wife smiles at me and hugs her arms around my shoulders as she kisses me. Nothing is in focus, it's us, only us. Flashes of bodies pressed against each other and feelings of sensuality flood my mind. The moment passes and Jess leans with me against the pools edge, we chat about a forgotten topic and I stare out at the icebergs. Jess starts to push me away from the edge. She climbs out of the pool and yells at me to go explore the open water. There are words about ignoring her, not being loved and being held as second best while making reference to my vacant stare over the open water. I look at her awestruck as she storms off.
I turn and swim to the pools divider and climb up. I look down into the deep blue water, bottomless and lined by the light blues of reflected light from the submerged ice. I dive. The expected chill is not present. I open my eyes and take in the sight of strange shapes created by the underwater behemoths. Crystal clear water disappears into the black deep, underwater walls and overhangs create paths begging to be explored. I see another swimmer. The joy of swimming in dreams, I don't have to come up for air. I get closer and see the other swimmer is my mom, she is taking pictures of the ice. She talks about the beauty of it all, I swim deeper and now have my camera with me. I aim up and take pictures of my mom's silhouetted figure against the water's surface, the light blue of the ice and a natural vignette forms around the edges from where I've swam so deep into the black. Fear suddenly grips my chest, something from the black, I feel it. I jet towards the surface to escape it and pop out of the water like an adept penguin. My feet land on the packed snow covering a berg. I know I must continue to climb. The wall I dove off from the pool is a good 60ft above me, I begin to climb the icy crag. The task is extremely easy and as I climb I begin to play. I jump from ledge to ledge, flipping, occasionally landing on one foot only to bound off as quickly as I land. The acrobatics performed would have spider-man giving me the thumbs up.
I've now climbed above the pool and find myself on the thatched roof of the bar. It too is covered in snow. People wander around the pool taking no notice of me. Storm clouds begin to roll in quickly and I have to get inside. I try to walk across the roof of the bar in hopes of getting to a side closer to the ground, however I prove too heavy and fall through the roof. I smack the floor, my shoulder cushions my fall. Now, instead of my swim trunks, I'm dressed for a dinner party in a white suit with black tie. My falling through the roof seems to cause a chain reaction. The rest of the roof begins to cave in and people scream. The floor pitches like the deck of a ship in rough seas and moving without losing balance is tricky. I'm looking for Jess, I have to make sure she's safe. I spot her across the room. Reaching her is hard; the floor fights me, the roof debris blocks my steps and the danger is rushing towards Jess as even the walls begin to emplode. Boards begin to break free from everywhere. I yell for Jess to come to me as I continue to move towards her. She screams back but I hear nothing, I keep getting closer, I can barely make out her voice. I finally get close enough but I don't need to hear her, I can see it in her face, anger. "I don't want you to save me!" The floor opens up and we all fall into the black...
...I wake up, time to go make breakfast and get Jess' lunch ready. She had a dream I shaved and ripped chunks of skin off in the process, more humorous than it sounds. I told her she'll just have to read mine, don't think I could have told it all in the 15 minutes before she left for work. Interesting night.
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