I'm in my cousin's apartment. It's raining outside and it is kind of dark inside. We are watching tv when I hear the sound of dripping water. I look around to see if I see anything, but can't find the source. I get up and go to the kitchen to see if the faucet it dripping, but it isn't. I go to the bathroom to check, but there is still nothing. I go back to the living room and start to look around when I notice that water is starting to run down the walls. At first it is only a little water, so we get paper towels and start to wipe it up. However, after awhile, the water is pouring down the walls, and the apartment is starting to flood. We get buckets to try to take the water out, but the water is coming in too fast. The water is up to our knees before we decide that we have to get out of there. It takes awhile to get to the front door because of the resistance of the water. We finally make it to the door. I open the door, but don't remember the rest of the dream.
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I've had dreams like that...where I've been in a room that is quickly filling up with water and I'm in a total panic on trying to get out in time. I never drown in the dream, but the agony of the knowing that I am about to just seems to take forever.
Maybe we don't dream about death because we've never experienced it, so our body doesn't have a metaphor to give us for it?
Posted by Searching Buddha | May 23, 2007 4:48 PM
Posted on May 23, 2007 16:48
I was actually expecting the whole house to be sunk underwater or something...
I'm glad I haven't had dreams like this, or remembered them if I have, because I'm really afraid of water. Knowing that the water's coming in and I couldn't stop it... I like knowing that there's an escape, which waking up from dreams always provides.
Posted by AK | May 23, 2007 10:03 PM
Posted on May 23, 2007 22:03