I often dream of the sea; the sea in all its glory, with waves crashing into the beach and froth playing on the sands or rocks.

I once saw myself in a house which was surrounded on two sides by the sea. One side faced the North pole ( don’t ask me how I know it was the NP, I just knew in my dream). I could see a ship in the distance, the old fashioned ones, like the one in the illustration in my copy of Shakespeare’s “The Tempest”, the brown masts and all. I could see glaciers floating in the horizon. That side of my house had a rocky shore. Waves crashed onto the rocks and my room had a window facing that shore. The other side was a sunny beach, an ordinary beach with sand, surf and such. I remember looking out of my window at the ship in the distance and physically aching to be in it.

In my other dream, I was over a friend’s place. This friend and I had been best friends from kindergarten to the sixth grade or so. We used to go over to each other’s places every weekend. But after the sixth grade we sort of grew apart. No drama or fights, we just grew up and made other friends. I have not been in touch with her for about three years now. I dreamed I was at her house and her house ( not the ones where I had been) was on a beach. A beautiful beach with aquamarine waters, lovely sands. Nothing much happened in the dream but the sea was there and I remember once again dying to get my feet wet in it.

Another one I remember is one in which my mother and I are at a beach and the waves rise almost sky-high. I remember us running for shelter to a small thatched hut nearby and the locals telling us not to fear. The waters fell as they rose, at the same spot not coming onto the shore. Another thing I remember is that the waves were coloured.

Then there was the one where my brother and I were crossing a sea by hopping from one stepping stone to another like one crosses a brook or a small stream. I could see the bottom, the water would hardly have come upto my ankles and yet my brother and I were holding hands, terrified of losing our balance. Once in the middle I remember realizing that the “sea” was inside a walled enclosure, the brick walls were real high. I just knew that it was a sea and nothing else. I remember seeing a draining hole in one corner and suggesting to my brother that if somehow we could flush the “sea”, we would no longer have to use the stepping stones. Then all of a sudden we were on top of one of the walls, ready to jump to the other side.

I have been able to make no sense of my dreams. I have been seeing them for a long time now. These are just a few samples. The sea fascinates me. It’s strange since I have never lived close to a water body. I dream of nights at the sea-shore, alone under the stars, just sitting and looking at the waves. When I feel tensed, I try to relax by trying to imagine the wet  sand oozing between my toes, the water lapping over my feet, the wind cooling ever cell of my body, the sound of the sea the only sound in the world.

I mentioned in my bio that I love to walk beside the sea. I haven’t done that much. But the times that I have, the experience has never disappointed. I have come across people who claim that the walk-on-the-beach is overrated stuff, stuff which does not deliver as much as it promises, for me it’s the ultimate meditation.

I do not know why I am writing this. Maybe  because I felt that I must write something and this is something which I do not share much with people around me because it does not make much sense in the end.