I have been sitting with these ideas. Then, a couple of days ago I awoke from yet another of this dream series, quite vivid imagery, still with me.

I was on vacation with my family in a rural area, the night before we were to return home. I went for a solitary walk through a wooded expanse toward a small grouping of restaurants and bars, with the idea of stopping for a beer and to listen to a local band before returning to the vacation cottage to pack. When I got there, though, the only places open were an all night diner, loud lights, greasy food, busy atmosphere, no beer or music; and an upscale restaurant where there was a bar, and chamber music, far too stuffy an atmosphere for what I wanted. Disappointed, I headed back. The next thing, I was in an old-fashioned pub -- dingy, smelling of stale beer and cigarettes, grizzled old men nursing their drinks at dense wooden tables. I sat at a table by a window and ate greasy french fries from a round metal ashtray. One of the old men, across the room, invited me over to share some whiskey, which we drank from the cap of the bottle in front of him. We had a few capfuls of whisky, then
I was out in the woods in the dark. The woods were higher ground over a madly-merrily wave-cresting sea. The ground was quite damp, in some places pools of water had collected. I found myself sinking in and slipping down the embankment, while mesmerized by the water below. I heard myself thinking that I would be happy to fall into the sea and drown, if only I did not have to leave and go back to my usual life.
Then I woke up, back in my usual life.


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"staying in the womb-like primordial bliss of the pool/waterfall, magical, and embracing." It becomes a little darker in the "lascivious, smoky" scene.

And/or of moving from one way of being into another.