I have long since lost these fears, with one exception--I'm terrified of rapid water. The kind of water that you see flowing down mountains....the kind that oceans have....waterfalls....rapids....white water......The cold crisp streams that inspire awe and not to mention, many a beer commercial. I have not since tamed this fear.

Perhaps about a month ago, I had this dream, that I had for once in my life tamed this fear. In this dream, I walked down the hilly and winding Pepper Bush Trail (a local wooded path) and found a wide estuary. Where this water flowed, I did not know. There was a small peir, where canoes were being distributed (?) to anybody that wanted to use them. I got in and began to paddle in great strong strokes, leaving whirlpools with each dig of the paddle. The waterway got narrower and quicker, and I was slicing the water in my tiny boat. I was cruising past swirling waters, and terrifying rapids. I was feeling so exhilarated and proud to have finally dealt my terror and conquered it, like I did with Pond 2.

Like most dreams I have, I didn't think much of it. I only remembered this dream today upon having the same dream this morning. I seem to have two kinds of memories: Conscious memory - memories of my everyday life, long-term and short-term and Dream memory, which is like a world that is contained in it's own place, only to be visited upon sleeping. It's like when I have these dream memories, I seem to either repeat myself and remember repeating myself while in the dream...or just that vague feeling of dejavous...Yes, like a dejavous within a dream.

Early this morning, I returned to my swirling waterway, once again cutting sharp turns in what now was my graceful water craft. I woke and for the first five minutes upon waking into my groggy half-wake half-sleep consciousness, I was scouring my memory for the last time I went canoeing. I thought that I had made my accomplishment, but alas it was my dream memory crossing the boundaries that only the half awake state will allow.