In my dream, I plunged below the ocean surface with only the slightest fear - of what, I can't define. I sunk and felt my bottom graze the rocks below. And as I opened my eyes and felt the sting of salt, I saw a black giant rush towards me. It swam above me to allow my suspended body to become parallel with it. I felt the soft rubber of its torso against mine. I flung my arms around it as if to try to keep it there in that exact moment, but it continued on. Its smirk altered the currents around me.
I awoke motivated. Today, I would to jog to the beach. My dream told me that it was waiting for me everyday - why didn't I visit?
I ran there as soon as I could. It was waiting, just like my dream foretold. On any day - even today - I could dive in and find something to hold.
I walked down the stairs to a low tide. Two dozen crows lined the sea edge, but other than that, the beach was empty. Seaweed, clams and sludge lay vulnerable with the receded tide. As I crunched my way to the water, I considered the shells I ground into more fragments with my feet. Was it wrong for me to tread along the shore? Did I destroy organisms with every step?
I continued to the pulsing edge of the water. Amidst the grey foam I saw a jellyfish, small enough to fit in my hand. It hovered close to shore, passive. I wanted to examine it, but was stopped by a memory - something about burning.
I scooped up the jellyfish with cupped hands. No sting. I exhaled.
It was perfectly translucent, and felt deliciously glutinous. I placed it back in the water, and it continued to trip along the rocks.
The crows became voluminous in both sound and numbers. Each caw caused me to blink and nipped at my ears.
Please don't be alarmed, I said. Look, I have black feathers like you. Caw caw.
The crows were rampant, so I rushed back to the stairs. The crows followed me, then perched loudly in the trees. Caw caw! Not today, Leanne!
Thwarted by crows, I ran home, unable to live out my dream.