reverie

i have a recurring setting for a dream, which appeared again last night. the setting is a brief spit of land, on the one side of which is a still lagoon. on the other side there is open, rollicking, deep ocean. sometimes the ocean rises up, on this stretch, and then slams down on me, drowns me. other times, it's an idyll. sometimes there are tall trees all around, like the sea appears suddenly in a thick forest, as a kind, not literal, oasis. yesterday there were a lot of indians (from india) at the lagoon. i was on some kind of work project, visiting nearby and pulled along my battered suitcase on the sand (that's a bit taxing and not recommended), trying to steal a small area for myself in the afternoon to go for a swim while everyone else had a siesta indoors. the water wasn't cool enough to be refreshing and was murky and thick with algae.

it puzzles me, that this is not really a recurring dream, it is a recurring setting. i said that already, that phrase, in the first sentence, which makes it a recurring phrase. anyway, now i have it my head that i must get to a beach, that all i want is to loll in the hot and go for a swim to cool off. that sounds divine. i hope it won't be too long before i do it.