Looking down a wooded, snowy slope to a narrow, deep river – a steady stream/parade of sharks, tuna – big fish, almost minke size, all swimming in one direction silently, presumably upstream. Why? And why do I presume that? Me, watching – going off to get the kid, too.
Happy feeling … awe and mystery.
Revisiting an earlier dream site, I’m viewing whales from land as they frolic in the harbor beneath us.
I’ve since relocated to a small town where whales are, in fact, seen from the land. Just not many or often.
Later, my dreams returning to Ohio: Yellow Springs/Glen Helen (which now requires admission – imagine, trying to pay an admission fee in or even for a dream). Here the once-golden goddess becomes quite agitated and defensive when I mention my familiarity with whales.
Why is she even there?
Jnana's Red Barn 