Psychedelic Seahorses

I’m in the backset of a large SUV. In the front passenger seat is a dear friend of mine, the truck is being driven by her husband.  We are going to pick up another friend at her home. We drive into an entrance that looks like the entrance to an underground parking garage. Instead of the ramp leading down, it leads up. It is very dark and all constructed of wood. There are dark stained planks on the floor, walls and ceiling. It is so dark, and feels like it just absorbs the light form the headlights, rather than lighting the way. Nonetheless, the vehicle slowly circles up and up until the space opens out.

We are parked in the kitchen of a woman’s house. It is constructed of the same dark wood, but there is more light here, one wall is glass. My friend gets out of the vehicle and goes to greet the woman, who is gathering her things from the counter. I also get out of the vehicle, say hello, then walk over to the wall that is all glass. I look out and see an idyllic lake. There are tidy little docks and boat shelters. People are pedalling around in pedal boats. As I watch, I can see not only the activity on the surface of the water, but also under the water. At first I’m not sure what I saw, a little streak of color moved through the water. A moment later, a much larger one, it seemed to fill the space from the bottom of the lake to the surface, it was moving much slower. I can clearly see that it is a large seahorse, nearly transparent, save a splash of bright colors over it’s belly. Several more also passed by, some large, some small, all headed in the same direction. Finally the last one passed, I waited a while longer by the glass, but no more appeared into view.

I woke up.

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