The Water Diaries || Part 2 - Oceanborn

I speak a lot about water in this recent resurrection of this blog. But why?

Water is the foundation of life. The entire planet is covered in water, water flows under the surface, hidden from plain eyes. Our bodies are made of around 70% water. It is essential to our well-being and sustenance, but lately all we do is diminish our fresh water resources and mismanage it. Some say a World War III will happen for water and in the current state of things it does not look highly unlikely.

Therefore, drinking water is beneficial. It regulates our body temperature, keeps us hydrated, removes toxicity and wastes from our bodies. We shower to keep clean, we swim to relieve stress, enjoy the aesthetic pleasures of life and nobody can deny the wonderful feeling of drinking cold water after a hot, thirsty day.

Water also has a darker, mysterious, unknown side. Too much water can be fatal due to over-hydration. A moment of negligence and you can drown in the sea, or even in the comfort of your own shower. Dangerous predators roam the waters and many people are afraid to swim in the night. Tsunamis, flash floods, hail, can cause extreme amounts of pain, damage, death and destruction.

These qualities and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde sides of water have led me to specialize in hydrology, being fascinated by the possibilities, simulating events that happened aeons, thousands of years ago, predicting the future, making the world better, reducing hazards and regulating flows.

This importance of water extends to our dream world. This fascinating, never ending, beautiful and mysterious realm that most of us enter during our sleep. If you are lucky like me, you have re-occurring dreams, lucid, real dreams where you enter a new world, you know that you are dreaming and can wake up on command. So many times i have found myself remembering in a tight situation saying "I know this is a dream. I will wake up".

Water can be related to many things. Many things that usually occupy our subconscious. It can be a religious or spiritual feeling, it can be a cathartic experience, it can be a question of values or overcoming an obstacle, it can be the different influences in your life, it can be love, hate, passion, peace or the weight of the world. You could sum up by saying that water represents your emotional state. Today i will write about one setting, one location and continue in another article.

The meaning of water can vary. It depends on many things, like form or location. Different people experience it differently. But there are a few distinctive features that impact our attempt at explaining these water dreams:

• Motion: Fast, slow flow? Still waters? Spinning whirlpools? Everything has a different meaning.
• Clarity and cleanliness: Water can be muddy, crystal clear, deep blue, gashing red or even polluted.
• Location: Are you swimming in a pool? A sea? Are you alone? What is the setting?
• Setting: Is it raining? Maybe there is a storm above you. Maybe the storm is coming. Maybe it is the most peaceful place you have ever been.

Dreaming oceans: Delve into the unknown

Oceans are mysterious, interesting places. It is known that if you are left stranded in the ocean your survival chances are really slim. It can be a vast, terrifying experience. The thing about oceans is that they are so big, so limitless, you cannot see the end of them. Therefore, an ocean can feel overwhelming, a sea of emotions or a passage through unknown parts of life. It could be a recent experience that has left you there and  you need to find your way out. Not by fighting, because it will consume your strength faster, but calmly, accepting, analyzing.

The relationship with oceans does not have to be a negative one. When you think of an ocean your mind immediately can go to tranquility, peace, the passion of the waves and tropical islands. If you are traversing through the ocean in peace, there are no waves and storms, maybe you are just flowing through life accepting it, appreciating things, going with the flow. It might be that you are seeking solitude and the only thing you want is the crisp waters that surround you with nothing else in sight. It might be a time for peace or a bit of personal space.

The ocean is a deep place and you might be digging deep into your own unconscious emotions or areas you had no idea existed in your personality. You need an open heart and courage.

Do not fear the ocean, but be weary of it. For i am also, oceanborn.

The Water Diaries || Part 1

Today the sweetest woman i have ever met told me that my soul is beautiful and pure. She also told me that love is always in the corner and it takes two people to make it. Those were the last words before i went into my daily short water slumber.

Once more, for 10 minutes i became shapeless and i started flowing around in space and time, built by my imagination. This was a different dream than yesterday's dream though. This time i was looking at myself mostly through third person when i shapeshifted to my human form. Because i may be formless and shapeless, but when i want i can turn into anything.

This time i pictured a beach. The sea was silky smooth and crystal clear. It had no waves. The beach was sandy, with tiny little golden particles of sand covering the entire surface and from time to time a beautiful seashell showing its tiny little head.

At the end of the beach there were rocks and cliffs. Rather steep ones that would make for a nasty fall. A blurry figure was on the top and could barely be seen in the horizon blue. The waves were crashing down the rocks, eating them slowly like rust eats metal. It was a stark contrast compared to the silky quiet sea of serendipity. The figure looked beaten by weather, tired.

The sun was slowly setting and was being eaten by the sea in the horizon. It was slowly turning into this beautiful crimson red color, almost turning into gashing red, like blood freshly exiting a wound. It looked painful but beautiful in the same time. This kind of pain that you can only appreciate.

But were was i until that point? It was not obvious but then i understood. I was everything. I was the sea, i was the water and then slowly, particle by particle i formed my body and soul, just gliding and hovering on the calm, majestic waters. I was looking at me from a panoramic view. Almost like looking into a crystal bowl and my own self was waving at me with a beaming smile. Waving for me to go there. I was peace itself.

As my hand reached to the scene, the water turned into a giant whirlpool. Α Charibdys. I was spinning and spinning in this watery tornado getting sucked into the deep blue sea. A picture of the girl with the flowerband and the yellow dress appeared close and i was in first person, trying desperately to reach it. In the end i accepted my fate and let go, slowly drowning.

As soon i accepted what looked like my premature end, i was in the shower. The water was cold at first, like the deep blue sea, but then changed into a warming gentle breeze. That kind of breeze that falls onto your shoulders and washes away all your problems from top to bottom. And then the water stopped. And i heard myself telling me "It is time to wake up Kostas". And i woke up.

I was peace. I was tranquility. I was serenity.

Do you have any water dreams? Do you ever wonder what they mean? Join me in the next part to find out soon. You can send your comments here or your stories in methanol1988@gmail.com

Live and let die

I have come to realize a thing today that i have been laying in bed. I spent my nights being tortured by nightmares, feeling constricted by my past, future and even present sometimes. But even for a moment, this moment i am writing this, i feel serene.

I was there lying on my stomach, eyes closed after reading an email that made a beeping sound on my phone at 16:12 pm. I simply closed my eyes and tried to isolate my thoughts finally. I was formless, shapeless. I was water flowing through life. And when i entered something i took its shape, i took its form, i took its feelings, its state. So when i entered something that caused pain, it caused me pain as well. But when i started to flow once more outside the item or person i glided again into the unknown.

In the beginning i saw myself entering a bottle. The bottle was small, like a bottle of water. I pictured it a bit like my life right now. Constricted and trapped in emotions and situations. At points i changed phase and instead of the water itself, i saw myself in first person drowning in that small plastic thing.

Shortly after, a bullet came out of nowhere and the bottle exploded, releasing the water in every direction. I felt free for that moment once more, then i became the bullet. I did not travel far, but when i stopped i exploded like a firework and the dust dissipated on the fictional ground.

I thought i would stay there forever, stale and immovable. But then again the water came out of nowhere and became one with me, became me once more. We kept going and going, taking the shape of the ground, overcoming every obstacle.

We hit a giant wall. There seemed to be no way forward. It was a giant concrete wall, like the Berlin Wall. And there when all hope seemed lost and my journey looked to reach an end as the water furiously hit the wall in anger, a small crack began to show.

Water can eat rock, it can find its way through everything given enough time. I pushed and pushed and finally more came out the other way. In the end, i appeared in third person wielding a giant hammer and i gave the wall a titanic strike in slow motion, tearing it down in one go. Myself looked at me and smiled. I smiled at me with that genuine loving smile i am known for after such a long time.

The journey continued. I glided more and more. There was a heart-shaped object. It was full of dust and ashes. But i took the shape of a heart and water cleaned everything. I started beating again, because i am the heartbeat of a true heart. And if i am grateful for someone that knows who she is, is that i learned that i am special and that i can be loved and that i have something worth loving.

After restoring the heart i left again. I saw three figures. The first one was pale and cold and did not even wave goodbye. I smiled and she dissipated in the background like the shifting sands. The second one had a yellowish dress, a midsommar flower headband that is traditional in Sweden. I smiled at her as well and let myself go down the road once more, flowing, sensing. The last one was accompanied by a dog, a dog very familiar to me, my own Flicka. I smiled at her as well and she blurred out slowly.

When all of these shapes were gone i was alone. The journey was not over, it was actually about to begin. I was still water and at least for this brief moment of writing i can see with clarity and wisdom what lies ahead. But no matter what lies ahead, i will take its shape. And when i feel like i am drowning i will flow once more. Just like water does.

I opened my eyes. It was just 16:23 pm.