I’ve had this dream a few times now. It’s identical every time, and I have my own ideas (in fact a fair certainty) as to what it means, but I get interesting responses (and sometimes really strange looks) every time I explain it to another person. Here goes:
The setting is the beach, most likely the Jersey shore, but there are no signs or markings that would make that certain. The time is indiscernable, but it is day, and the sky is overcast. The beach is completely empty. Everyone I know - in fact, everyone I have ever met in my life - is in the ocean. The people with whom I have the strongest bonds (immediate family, fiancee, etc) are situated closest to me, and those people more socially/emotionally distant in their relationships with me are correspondingly farther away down the stretch of ocean. We are not in a straight line, but are instead a staggered line just offshore, everyone approximately (give or take twenty feet or so) the same distance from the sand - maybe 40-50 yards, and well past the break point. Assuming that we are on the east coast, I am almost at the southernmost end of the line of people, with only two persons, my fiancee and an unknown (I can’t see his/her face) individual standing to my left. The line of people to the north (my right) extends beyond the visible horizon.
The water is up to our necks. All of us. Constantly. When the waves swell, we all must tread water to keep from submerging. When the waves ebb, we can touch the sand beneath us, but only just enough to stand at neck-depth until the next swell comes in. The water never comes higher than our necks, and it never goes any lower. And in this way we bob, over and over. We are calm, not panicking, perfectly serene. And as we bob, we say nothing. There is no conversation at all. All we do is stare at the one and only significant object on the dunes: a worn, weathered white wooden sign, facing the water, on which is written in red paint the simple instruction, “NO WADING PAST HIP DEPTH.”
That’s the whole dream. We bob forever, always at neck depth, as we stare at the sign that tells us we shouldn’t be in past our hips. The dream goes on for what seems like twenty minutes or so, and then it ends without change or resolution.
As I said before, I’m fairly certain what this dream means, but I’d like a few opinions before I taint anyone else’s interpretation with my own.