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I had a dream the other night that has stuck in my psyche.  I was in the ocean with my father.  It was daylight, crisp and clear.  Comfortable.  There was no wind or stormy weather, and yet the waves were intense.  Me and my dad were fighting to stay on the surface.  We kept getting pounded into the water by what looked like 10 to 15 foot waves.  I remember watching as they grew into tall peaks, and then began to tip and fall into a crashing mass on top of us.  My dad was closer to the shore than me.  I was deeper, thus closer to the source of the waves, and I remember watching a massive giant begin to build.  It looked like it could be 20 feet tall already and it had barely reached it’s peak… This one is going to hurt… I figured I had better dive into it’s base before it began to crash.  My plan payed off, I was able to look back and watch it transform into a massive crashing storm from inside out… but I lost my dad.

What is it about the ocean?  It’s so scary to me.  So mysterious.  I need to get over my fear of the ocean, I think.