I felt uneasy as I slept last night because I could not shake this odd feeling.
My whole body felt like it is being gently caressed by something.
I opened my eyes slowly, and I quickly realized I was drowning.
My entire body is submerged underwater, but strangely, I am still breathing.
The ocean looks clear, and I could see every marine animal swimming by.
Crabs look like tiny people walking along the seabed, and I feel like I am soaring the sky.
I am definitely in a dream; that is one truth I will not deny. I am underwater, yet I am still breathing. What does this imply?
There is also an anomaly in this dream; the ocean is very bright.
I could see the marine ecosystem even though it is night.
Maybe the moon is full, so I looked up, but the moon was nowhere in sight.
Nothing made sense, but since this is my dream, it should be a delight.
Perhaps my subconscious is revealing the desires I have of living underwater.
It is not feasible in real life because it did lead to a disaster.
I tried to swim, but I could not, so I panicked and flailed my arms faster.
Maybe, my conscience wants me to enjoy this dream and make me feel calmer.
I slowly swam to the seabed, where my feet instantly connected to the sand.
As I took my first step, the seafloor broke apart, revealing a golden pathway where I stand.
An orca suddenly appeared in front of me and told me that he was at my command.
This dream just continues to become quirkier, and I fail to understand.
I was uncertain on whether or not this orca wanted me to ride him.
The orca patiently waited while humming out a hymn.
I realized that his song was in morse, and it spelled R.R.M; is this an acronym?
The orca looked like he wanted me to ride him, but I preferred to swim.
I gently caressed the orca’s head and told him that I appreciated the offer.
He understood why I did not want to ride as we swam together.
It was a pretty calming trip as it was filled with laughter.
He tried to swim in accordance to my speed because he can surely swim faster.
I apologized at times to the orca for my slow swimming speed.
He smiled warmly and told me that there was no need.
Sometimes, we need to relax and take a swim while we pass the seaweed.
It’s a soothing swim with an orca taking the lead.
I asked the orca, “Where will we go?”
The orca responded, “I don’t know”
He just swam there, maintaining my speed as he went with the flow.
The orca could swim faster, but he chose to be slow.
The dream ended, and I realized life is not a race.
We do not need to rush; we should take it at our own pace.
Even if you feel that you have not accomplished enough, it is okay; you are not a disgrace.
It does not matter if you are first or last, for we are all heading towards the same place.