In my dream, Deb and I are visiting Cuba. We are standing on a wide concrete jetty or pier looking out towards the water.
There are maybe 50 or 100 people in front of us, standing in our sight line to the water, Everyone is standing quite still -- and the scene makes us curious.
We worm our way between people until we can see the water clearly -- and understand why everyone is standing so still. They are in awe of what they see. The water is a breathtaking crystal blue, just a bit short of iridescence. A bit brighter than Robin's Egg blue.
People are standing roughly 8 or 10 feet from the water, and there are a couple of uniformed personnel off to the left who, it would seem, are responsible for keeping people away from the edge of the water. I don't realize that yet and so approach the edge of the jetty/pier to get the closest look I can.
I realize that the water is not very deep but running extremely fast. The stream is quite wide -- maybe 75 feet or so. It's clear to me that, if you should fall into the water, you would be swept away, and that's why the constabulary are there. Realizing this, I walk back from the edge to the line that everyone else has formed -- at a respectable distance from the water.
Shortly after I go back in line, a young boy goes forward to the edge of the water. I'm a bit concerned that he's simply following my example. The gendarmes don't try to get the boy to get back away from the edge, which surprises and puzzles me. After, it would seem, satisfying his curiosity about the water, the boy returns safely to the crowd.
The scene changes a bit, and the crowd seems to be dispersing. I don't know why. I see a young boy -- quite possibly the one who had approached the water -- standing next to an elderly many who is probably the child's grandfather. I go over to the boy and explain to him how dangerous it was to stand that close to water moving that rapidly, but he doesn't react to what I'm saying. And grandfather doesn't react either.
Maybe I'm lecturing the wrong kid. Maybe neither one of them speak English. Maybe they think I should mind my own business.
The dream leaves me with a vivid image of the rushing, sparkling-blue water.
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