What dreams may come.

I washed up on a waterfront filled with the old ship wrecks along the seashore that slowly began disappearing one by one into the salty sea and on to a harbor with a dark city alongside it. I too noticed that the ships were not moving on their on volition, they were being tugged by a beautiful mermaid. A crowd began to gather at this this phenomena. The harbor was misty and the city was unclear and deserted. A strong wind started transcending.

Seeing these ships made me worry. I am not sure why, perhaps it was the black muck that began to stir as the mermaid struggled to make it safely on to the harbor.

The resources at play seemed scant and the situation almost impossible one after the other the wrecks were being pulled to sea and an amazing light bathed the town each time one made it successfully to the harbor.

My amazement grew when I found myself at sea and near some ropes on the attempt to pull the very last ship. It was a pirate ship dark and mysterious. The anchors were tied to its sides and they suddenly came to life with feeling and personality.

I noticed them and they immediately noticed me. It was a strange encounter. I knew that should they jump the ship would then be anchored and moving it near the harbor would be more impossible than it already seemed, for just me.

I was dumbfounded to find that the ropes tied to the anchors were no bigger than shoe laces and at one point a dried broken branch from a nearby tree served as a pin to secure them.

Why was I the conductor of this symphony? I started to tire, and feel weak and before I knew it; the anchors took their leap and I realized that all along they were just waiting for my weaknesses to settle to secure the ship far from the harbor and in the fury of the open sea.

Every time I saw each ship reach the harbor the city lights would shine ever so beautifully. The mist started slowly clearing out. I could see the mermaid from afar wanting to help me with this last ship, but she too was afraid of the anchors- I didn't understand where I stood or how I was able to be so close to this ship and yet so far from the harbor. What I was standing on I could not see and the waves were so much bigger than I was, it was difficult to look down without losing my balance. I was barely clothed and barefoot. Every time the waves would crash against me, I carefully stood up despite the coldness in my chest and the prickling under my feet.

I kept thinking of ways to reach the harbor. I wanted so badly to tug this ship to a safe place. I wanted to befriend the anchors. I felt I had to. I somehow lifted and to my own disbelief I was aboard the pirate ship now and I felt a gentle voice tell me "I know they hurt. How did you get these eggshells at the bottom of your feet? They've been there for so long, this salt will help your wounds fester".
I was confused and disoriented. I felt sick and afraid.

I was tired and distressed by the time I woke up and this was the only one wreck that was left at sea. These emotions I felt in the dream were still with me when I opened my eyes and I found myself safely tangled in bed sheets.

Why do we dream? What purpose do dreams serve? We spend so much dreaming there has to be an explanation and if their isn't then why do we dream? Are the images conveying a message? Are the thoughts and emotions a way of our subconscious mind giving us a signal of whats coming?

Dreams: They can be extraordinarily vivid or very vague. They can be filled with emotion be it fear or joy, frightening images or beautiful scenery. The can be focused and understandable or unclear and confusing.
But the question remains...
Why do we dream?