When I was in the middle of a particularly tough finals week in college I had a very vivid dream. It was disturbingly real as I was dreaming it.
I dreamed I was snorkeling amidst beautiful coral reefs. Brightly colored tropical fish swarmed in front of me. The sun sparkled on the top of the water creating beautiful patterns on the surface while illuminating new vistas below. (Remember? I said it was vivid!)
The disturbingly real part came as the tide started to pour in. For whatever dream reason, my hand was stuck between rocks. At first the tethering annoyed me. Then panic started to engulf me faster than the tide as I realized the danger of being stuck with a snorkel that would soon be submerged.
As tears streamed down my cheeks, I finally awakened to discover my fist clamped between my knees. It was such a relief to find there was a physical connection to the psychological experience. Realizing I wasn’t physically in danger, was a great relief. Learning I had 10 minutes to get to my final was a whole different story!
This week has felt like another landlocked, wakened version of that dream. Training, mentors, prepping for another training, figuring out details of a camp week, packing, good-byes with a friend/co-worker moving out of the country before I get back from my next trip, a great welcome and too quick of a visit with a good friend from out of time, leaving the house at 7:30 in the morning and not getting back till at least 9 at night . . . it has been that kind of a week. A week that I love and am drowning in.
The good news is I know I won’t drown. I have people praying for me. I have a friend taking me to the airport so I can have a little extra sleep instead of having to get up earlier to take the bus. Other friends are awaiting my arrival in NY and getting things ready for me there. I’m looking forward to seeing friends and warm greetings from loved ones I haven’t seen in a year.
I’m not drowning. I’m just swimming in deep waters.
photo courtesy of Traffik