Here is the first version of the very short story I referenced in my last post, inspired by the “dream” I received at The No Sleep Hotel. The goal here was to write a story about letting go and dancing with our fear rather than fighting it. As always, I welcome any feedback/reactions people may have!
Dancing in the Waves
I found myself clutching onto the side of the boat, petrified of letting go and falling into the violent sea.
“Please, somebody save me!” I shouted into the darkness. “The waves are menacing and will surely crush me!”
But as I looked up to the moon for help, its light cast a spell on the tides and the waves rocked with fury.
“Please!!!” I again begged, fighting each of the sea’s attempts to capsize me. “I can’t hang on much longer!”
And with that, I was thrown into the sea and desperately grasped for my boat, for I could not remember how to swim.
All hope faded as my head crashed into the bottom of the deep sea. I let my final breath escape from my lungs and clutched a handful of sand and shells.
“At least I can stand one last time,” I thought to myself as the sea began to turn black. And stand I did, thrusting myself above the water, the tide rolling gently past my waist. I looked down at the sea and saw a silhouette moving in the reflection from the moonlight, so free and full of life. And I realized that the silhouette was me, laughing and dancing in the waves.