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Windsurfing★★★
July 5, 1997
July 5, 1997
Blaine House
Context: I saw sailboats last night.
I was at the Blaine Soccer Complex and it was raining. I had been given a windsurfing board and was having a great time with it. I was a natural, shooting around and slipping and jumping. I left it for a minute to pursue something soccer-related but went back to it soon. First I got the wrong one, then found mine buried in the mud. The scene changed before long and it was my whole family at a sunny ocean beach. We windsurfed and it was fun! I fell in at one point and there were sharp jagged shells on the sea floor. I convinced this guy I had cut off half my foot and he went crazy, calling people to stop the massive blood spill in the water. There really wasn’t one.
Windsurfing: There is no water at the soccer fields, which means the windsurfing board was conjured up to explain my smooth traveling motion. Since the thought form was my rationalization, it began to shrink away when I went back to play soccer. Perhaps that’s why I had trouble finding it, and possibly conjured a new one from the mud.
The fantasy of windsurfing eventually took over and the scene changed to a beach to match it better.
Hook, Line and Sinker: It can be difficult to get another dreamer’s attention — to pull them into your context and communicate with them. But if you’re successful, like I am here, they may turn the entirety of their focus to you and what you told them. This poor fellow fell for my ruse and then ran off, embellishing on it so that the blood was flowing in amounts comparable to an oil spill!
A Better Fit: Once my focus switched from soccer to windsurfing, the scene changed to a more appropriate one given that focus — a beach scene. It’s unusual to see a change of weather coming with it, from rainy to sunny. But that did fit the playful mood that the dream had taken on.