I woke up right in the middle of a dream and remembered everything in clear detail. I was standing on the shore of an island, water flowing over my feet. I was watching a man on a surfboard. He was standing still on the board and there were no waves. When he leant slightly forward the board moved that way, when he leant back the board turned etc. All of a sudden I was on another board on the still water. It was fantastic. I just had to lean a centimeter in one angle and that would make the board move. It was fun. Then I saw a man on the beach and I recognized him. He looked exactly as my male player charachter in the online game of World of Warcraft (role play game). He was pushing a pram and in the pram he had a daughter. He started talking about all our friends in common and they all seemed to have had a daughter recently. I remember thinking; "When I had my fotune told I was going to meet a man who has a daughter. I wonder if this is the guy?" Then I was on a big ship. It was a grey army type vessel and it was used for housing. I had my own cabin in the ship and I lived there. In the cabin next to me was a young woman with a small daughter. Both the mother and the daughter looked like me. We woke up one early moring, alerted by a loud noice. There had apparently been a storm during the night and the boat was shored on a sand bank, leaning dramatically to one side. Now when the sand shifted the boat started to move quickly. There seemed to be a hole in the hull. The woman, the young daughter and I rushed out on the deck of the ship. I remember telling them that "It will not take long before the entire boat is filled with water and we will sink." We were not at all scared by this. The boat moved down stream, warm water was gushing over us on the deck and the front of the boat was diving deeper into the sea. I remember that it was quite agreable. Then I noticed that around the ship there were big wires and bands holding it at surface level. There were men on another ship hauling us in and dragging our ship to a steady rock. Then they let us all come on board their rescue boat. My own mother was waiting for me there. The captain of the ship was flirting with my mother, saying that when she had been my age, she had been so attractive with her long blond hair, but also so aware of it and such a tease...." My mother started singing songs to me, reading from an antique song book. On every page there was different sad clowns and crying clowns illustrations. She pointed out a song called "The song of swing" and said that it was a good song. I said; "Well, you know, swing is not really in fashion, nowadays." Then abruptly I woke up.
Some feelings I get from this dream are: you are in control of the direction of your life and are beginning to realize this. The surfboard scene tells me this. You may have experienced some feelings of being pulled in different directions but finally made up your mind in which direction to go. There is still some emotional baggage you are wading through. The scenes on the ship, and especially your mother, suggest this. There is a lot of feminine energy here with the daughters and the mother. Perhaps you are conflicted about a future role as a parent? You mention an army type vessel used for housing. What does this make you think of? If you had to apply this image to your everyday life? I think the last line, "swing is not in fasion" is significant. To me, this suggests a longing for the "good old days" during a time of flapper dresses and speakeasies. Here in the U.S., speakeasies were bars during prohibition, when alcohol was illegal. Do you have any romantic notions about this time period?
Further thoughts Thank you for your comments. I have been thinking more about the dream, both details and the whole picture. I think it is safe to say that some people would compare me with a ship of war, so the army vessel is mostly likely me. Several people have jokingly made comments saying that the army missed out on a fine officer. I also have a strong tendency to march, i e the way I move. ;-) . I also feel at war most of the time; fighting for something abstract, wading through a lot of pessimism and emotional garbage. I have had a very confusing spring so the gushing warm waters must be emotions almost drowning me. I dont know who is hauling in the ship, saving it from sinking. Maybe it is my mother, who represent the extrem über-rational. She is a person with whom you can only talk with rational arguments and facts. I have no knowledge of the timeperiod of swing and have never been intrested in it. I think the key lies in the word "swing". I had another dream about a down syndrome child on a swing recently. I think it must be some kind of symbolism that I havent figured out yet. Swingning up and down emotionally, maybe? I really dont know. Karin