In the past, a lot of time was spent surfboard fishing. Living in the waves, where two worlds collide, land and sea. It was peaceful living in the curl. I would build my house there, and it would shatter in an instant, but I could find a way, if I try.
I have not gone lately, things are changing.
Many dreams I'm having lately, and my memories are vivid and colorful. It's almost like I am truly living my dreams, another world, a split personality, one in a world of death, and one in a world of life.
Huge waves crash in my dreams, but we ride them. Ferocious sharks patrol the water, and ultimate fear takes over, barring teeth, close to death. I am so afraid; I get out of the ocean and back on land where I am safe. Scary dreams of giant waves and ravenous sharks.
Perhaps we have lived this dream, many lives before, maybe now, hidden souls, from a much bigger universe, where real evil and real life collide.
