The wave turned into a woman

I dreamt i was in a river swimming with a bunch of kin folk.

up ahead — the river began growing into a wave. Each time i caught sight of It, it’s texture changed. It grew 10 feet, then It subsided back into itself — It grew and grew to 100 feet, the more awareness i put into It.
seeing It grow that big i smiled inside, and that smile found its way outward. I became excited for the gigantic wave that seemed to grow with my awareness.
In that excitement the wave subsided and in its magnitude turned into a giant water woman of some sort, jumping through the collapsing wave as if It were a springing salmon jumping up river.

still excited i reach out towards the giant woman made of water, and with her hollowed eyes of water she looks into me and reaches out her hand.

She pulls me up and i feel the strength of her presence bringing me higher and mid air i begin seeing the orchestration that is allowing for such a spectacle.

there are invisible strings making the water bend.
every bit of this demonstration was not an act of nature but a man made occurrence.

i ride the wave back down to my friends and family.
at the bank of the river, along a patch of grass, We sit together, soaked, twilight upon us, and satisfied.

we experienced a 100 foot wave that turned into a woman, and It was all a creation of our own concoction — grateful for the thrill we sigh in accomplishment and enjoy the company of each other.

And then i wake up.

i wake up to a world of artificial conflicts and challenges.

a lot of which i create through the conditioned social constructs of identity.
i feel like dying because in the waking world i am stuck in a nightmare.

in my dreamworld i turn nightmares into fun.
life feels like a game of masks that i am tired of wearing just to be alive.