the flood
i was by a river, and i knew it was coming. it had been foretold. the droplets fell on my face as a prelude to the great surge to come. the sky darkened and the river swelled, its banks submerged and bursting under the increasing flow... there was no delaying the innevitable now.
i moved upwards, through the field, trying to get up, up, and i was not prepared.
i knew it was coming but had not prepared. why?
i had made a boat, yes, but it was at this most critical moment i understood that i hadn't thought of what would happen on the boat - it would probably still continue to rain, and to be freezing cold, but i had no coat, nothing to shield me from the storm.
there was no rope, nothing to anchor the boat
i moved upwards, through the field, trying to get up, up, and i was not prepared.
i knew it was coming but had not prepared. why?
i had made a boat, yes, but it was at this most critical moment i understood that i hadn't thought of what would happen on the boat - it would probably still continue to rain, and to be freezing cold, but i had no coat, nothing to shield me from the storm.
there was no rope, nothing to anchor the boat
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I don't understand this post of yours. What does anchoring of the boat refers to?
then again, dreams are very hard to explain - things may not be what they seem.