Umiak = College??
Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 3:25 pm
Weird dream that may possibly just be pregnancy induced. It's the first one I've remembered in several months, though, and I feel compelled to try to pick it apart a bit. It's about our oldest son who is trying to make a college decision right now and I feel like the boat (and Umiak, I think it's called) represents school for some reason. He is scheduled to graduate high school the same week we are due to have twins, so this whole ordeal is pressing on my mind. Lots of change at once. Freaking out, honestly. I appreciate any and all thoughts!!
Dreamed I was on a shore with our oldest son, Trent, comparing two eskimo-type single-man style boats. They were both wooden, hand carved maybe and the only difference was that one had an animal skin cover that threaded onto the top for water protection and the other had a wooden cover that served the same purpose. He couldn't decide which to buy from this Eskimo man and I think he tried them both out. He settled on the one with the wooden cover. This cover slid into place rather than being threaded on like the skin cover. And I think there were air holes drilled in so he could breathe while sleeping inside.
Next I was in the boat with him, trying it out. We were at sea, going over dark water. The environment was very unlike Texas--colder waters, made me think of Canada's or Alaska's environments. Though we were at sea, we stayed pretty close to the sandy shore, it was always in sight. Trent was lying in the bottom on a pillow. I noticed a bunch of unmatched socks scattered in the front cubby hole and thought, "Typical boy." Then I saw two rows of white cushioned seats along both sides of the boat, sat on one and noticed just how wide this little boat really was. I thought it seemed more like a real motor boat with these seats and all the room.
We went over a wave then some white, bubbly, stirred-up water and then I got a little afraid we were going to run ashore too fast. We started to approach a bunch of people that felt familiar to me on the shore and at the last minute we avoided them and ran up on shore super smoothly. Trent was never worried like I was. I hopped out on the beach and met a bunch of really nice girls, around 13 years old, and shopped for sweaters with them. I felt like we were at The Gap store (??). The girls were very nice. Next my dad was inspecting Trent's boat and made a phone call to have some styrofoam put into the front of it so it'd be easier to steer. I didn't think this made sense. I thought about ropes instead but that didn't make sense either.
Trent, very easily, wiggled the boat back into the water with ease.
Dreamed I was on a shore with our oldest son, Trent, comparing two eskimo-type single-man style boats. They were both wooden, hand carved maybe and the only difference was that one had an animal skin cover that threaded onto the top for water protection and the other had a wooden cover that served the same purpose. He couldn't decide which to buy from this Eskimo man and I think he tried them both out. He settled on the one with the wooden cover. This cover slid into place rather than being threaded on like the skin cover. And I think there were air holes drilled in so he could breathe while sleeping inside.
Next I was in the boat with him, trying it out. We were at sea, going over dark water. The environment was very unlike Texas--colder waters, made me think of Canada's or Alaska's environments. Though we were at sea, we stayed pretty close to the sandy shore, it was always in sight. Trent was lying in the bottom on a pillow. I noticed a bunch of unmatched socks scattered in the front cubby hole and thought, "Typical boy." Then I saw two rows of white cushioned seats along both sides of the boat, sat on one and noticed just how wide this little boat really was. I thought it seemed more like a real motor boat with these seats and all the room.
We went over a wave then some white, bubbly, stirred-up water and then I got a little afraid we were going to run ashore too fast. We started to approach a bunch of people that felt familiar to me on the shore and at the last minute we avoided them and ran up on shore super smoothly. Trent was never worried like I was. I hopped out on the beach and met a bunch of really nice girls, around 13 years old, and shopped for sweaters with them. I felt like we were at The Gap store (??). The girls were very nice. Next my dad was inspecting Trent's boat and made a phone call to have some styrofoam put into the front of it so it'd be easier to steer. I didn't think this made sense. I thought about ropes instead but that didn't make sense either.
Trent, very easily, wiggled the boat back into the water with ease.