Ocean of Love
When I was little I had the same dream for years. Very strange and powerful.
In the end of a scary dream when I was running from very scary monsters,
I suddenly realized that I was dreaming… Then I had a choice to escape;
I had to let go into the ocean and trust that I would wake up.
It was the most thrilling feeling letting go down into the ocean,
to let it swallow me until I woke up. I choose to believe that something
like this must have been waiting to keep me safe: