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boccaderlupo) wrote2024-09-06 06:08 pm
boccaderlupo) wrote2024-09-06 06:08 pm
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Among the waves
I dreamed the wife and I were down in Virginia, near some seaside town; it was pretty built up and populous. We were consultants who provided educational development for ocean rescue units (I am not to be consulted on anything, really, and I know nothing about ocean rescue.) There was a garrulous chief of lifeguards for the town, and we met his crew. Then we spent an afternoon on the beach, supposedly training folks.
The lifeguard stands, however, were mounted on large, floating platforms that sat out in the surf near the break. The wife and I swam out there and climbed a chair. The waves were vast, towering, 20, 30, 40 feet high, casting shadows over us. Swimmers squealed as they came crashing down.
Strangely, though, they did not crash on us on our little floating stand, breaking harmlessly around us and passing by.
The lifeguard stands, however, were mounted on large, floating platforms that sat out in the surf near the break. The wife and I swam out there and climbed a chair. The waves were vast, towering, 20, 30, 40 feet high, casting shadows over us. Swimmers squealed as they came crashing down.
Strangely, though, they did not crash on us on our little floating stand, breaking harmlessly around us and passing by.