Running Waves

It was a joy. A joy of so much freedom last night. So much and so long since i have had dreams of water. So long without my dreams of waves, and water, and running. I couldn’t believe it. When i woke up in my dream, i was already moving. I remember the water was green, and blue. It felt like electricity, and life itself. I remember the moon was high in the sky, and I could almost feel the waves being pulled up.

I was amazed to feel the gravity. It pulled on my body almost as much as the water. I could feel the freedom and weight lift off of my feet and legs. They felt light, and like springs. I was running parallel with the surf. I know it must have been the ocean. It stretched out to the end of my sight, and the water looked like home. I can’t remember the smell, but the air felt wet. The day was perfect, and i was already running strong. I ran on the wet sand, it was so dark, and so vibrant on the edge of the sea. I couldn’t look away from the water. I felt like my body was stretching out to reach the sky.

The waves were crashing down in this pattern of repeating sounds, the sound of the water pulling along the sand as it went out to sea, pulling the sand along and making this sonic rasping sound i could feel through my feet into my legs. And then the water crashing down over the top of the rushing water. The waves didn’t seem to be making any foam, and the water seemed so clear and green. It only seemed green by the shore, and then faded into a blue green, and the to blue.

My legs, i haven’t felt so alive and in touch with myself in so long. If i could dream this way every day, i would never want to be back in my own body. Never to feel lashed down, but only feel that freedom. I remember how smooth my muscles moved, and how light i felt. I have dreams of gliding, and it felt like that. But i was flying along. I was moving so fast along the shore. I felt like i could have taking a mile in a stride, and never ever stop. Just to feel the sun on my face, and the ocean breeze cooling me down. Watching the water crash down, and renew the beach.

The water. I want to feel that water flow between my feet. I want to feel the rush as it tries to pull me to sea. I want to feel the sand scour my toes and flows under me to go back out. Just stand and be amazed that this is real and exists. I don’t want to stop running though, I never want to stop. This dream of running is like a shower after a hard day of labor. A refreshing cleanse that I didn’t know i was missing so much. I wish it wasn’t only a dream, but i will take dreams like this whenever they come. I want to lull myself back to sleep, to dream about the ocean and the waves and running forever.