Last night I dreamt Scott and I were offered free accommodations at this outrageously cool resort that was somehow super inland, but next to a surfable coastline that I’d never known about. I was carrying a surfboard down the hill when all of a sudden I realized it wasn’t mine. It was a longboard that belonged to my dad’s best friend Kevin’s daughter Kelsey. She was in the dream too. We were hiking down a dirt trail with about seven other surf girls towards a rocky, but pristine cove with tiny waves and big caves. When I asked her if she needed the board she nodded “no” and looked at me bemusedly like I had asked her if she wanted me to cut off all of her hair.
I turned around, surprised I hadn’t noticed the weight difference between her nine foot board and my five foot board, and hiked back up the hill. Suddenly the trail transformed into the ocean and I was swimming without the board. The water was so clear and just warm enough that I could wear my bathing suit and feel it on all of my skin, but still cool enough to be awakening and refreshing. I was able to hold my breath for so long and I thought, cockily, I always knew I had this ability; I always knew I was magic.
I swam past a cave. I thought about how I couldn’t wait to show it to my dad, so I started swimming faster. I looked to the left, there was a huge drop-off, but I could see for so long. Staring towards the deep abyss only a few feet away from me felt scary in an invigorating way, like when you can’t help but pet a dog you’ve never met or you let the wind blow your dress wildly in the wind or when you hang your feet off of a balcony. As I swam I thought: wow, this is too good to be true and I wanted so badly to believe it was true, but I knew better. Then, as I swam towards the surface where the resort was, I felt a current pulling me down. It was just like in the movies where you think everything is going awesome and you are wishing you are one of the characters, but then suddenly there’s an approaching waterfall or a car crash or a scary lurker revealed in the plot.
The current started pulling me faster and I struggled to swim against it to make it to the doorway of the hotel. Normally I would have panicked, but since I felt like so many things lately had prepared me to face great big challenges, I just started swimming harder until I made it back to slab rock driveway where two hotel valets were playing hacky sack obliviously. I woke up feeling excited for the day.
"Promise me you will not spend so much time treading water and trying to keep your head above the waves that you forget, truly forget, how much you have loved to swim." Tyler Knott Gregson