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: