Last time i dreamt about the sea, i was in a port with huge ships with open hulls, like cargo ships or maybe war ships. And i was walking on very thin long strips of pier, all sense of scale lost to those enormous metal creatures.
Last night i dreamt about a port again, but this time it was small ships, fishing boats and a long stretch of shallow transparent green water leading out. I was on a raft slowly drifting away past all these little boats. Lights were suspended on the docks and they were casting shadows and reflections in the water. It was night.
Jan 22, 2012 a 16 year old Dutch girl completed her solo trip around the world…
In 1975 Dutch artist Bas Jan Ader set out to sail across the Atlantic from the US to Europe, and was lost at sea. He called his trip In Search of the Miraculous.
Maybe one day I will learn to sail, get on a ship and make an attempt at something like that. For some reason, I think my trip will be south, longitudinal, rather than across, to the tip of South America. The sea is my biggest paradox, because it actually scares me despite how much I am drawn to it. Maybe I was a sailor once, and somewhere in my mind I know exactly what it feels like, so I’m remembering in my dreams.
