I am at the shore of an ocean. Looking out toward sea, I see a peninsula curving into the ocean on my left. Looking to the right, however, the horizon is empty. I believe it is my mom with me on the shoreline as we face the sea. She is pointing to the right and giving me instructions where to look. Although giving directions such as south or southwest, she is using number words like “one by two,” etc. I disagree with her intention because I see an island not far from the shore. It seems like a tempting place to visit so I ignore my mom’s instructions about where to look, and I run down the narrow, sloping and sandy beach to the waves. Leaping, I plunge into the ocean and find that it is very deep, but clear and filled with light all the way to the bottom. [I always love to swim in water in my dreams, am never afraid of it, and can always breathe underwater without any difficulty.] I am pleased with the beautiful view underwater. There are rocks and corals, fish and a gentle, rippling, sandy bottom. I want to dive down and play in the water, but I still have my destination, the island, so I swim through the white-crested waves. I also have a small fear of the water [which is very unusual for me, and I noted it as unusual while dreaming...] because I see a few rays, which make me think of sharks because they are related. Somewhat lucid about the rays, I talk myself free of most of the fear although it lingers until I reach the island.
At the island, I seem to be in the company of some other people who were intrepid enough to make the crossing with me. We set out to explore what I believe is a wild place with trees and rocks. This plan is quickly altered when the inhabitants of the island come forward to greet us. As if by magic, we can now see that there are many fine, but exotic, buildings of stone built amidst the trees. The buildings are graceful, sturdy and blend with their natural environment, giving an impression of harmony and serenity. The people are tall and dressed in long robes of fabric made of shimmering thread. They are calm and gracious, and they invite us to join their community, which I sense is advanced over our civilization on the mainland and quite peaceful.
The tall, graceful people in the shimmering robes give us a tour of their buildings, where I see that they are truly advanced people with regard to engineering, medicine, philosophy, etc. As we proceed, however, I start to get a feeling that not all is as it should be, and I feel afraid of something I can’t identify. It is an unreasonable fear because I also know that anyone is free to leave the island whenever they like, although no one wants to do so.