Recruited for the Secret Spy Team

I walk into a large stone building with strange hidden stairwells, hallways and rooms. I peer out a small window and see slippery seaweed covered rocks sloping down to the sea. I am in California. I think about kelp forests. For a moment I am out on the rocks looking down over the edge of one. I feel like I am going to slip and fall off the cliff if I take another step but simultaneously I see that I would not fall far. My sense of the danger keeps shifting. At first the ocean seems far away and deep but then then it seems shallow and I notice people swimming and having fun. I am back in the building peering out the window to the left and sense that just around the building to the left is a beach and my initial sense of danger was false. A woman meets me in the building and takes me though mazes of hidden passage ways to an apartment/living room where others are waiting. I have been recruited to join a spy team because of my intelligence and math skills. We are going to be spying on the government. I feel comfortable and at home with this group of strangers. They have been waiting for me and respect me.

(If this was your dream what would it be about? Comment below beginning with "If it was my dream..." or "In my imagined version of this dream...")

© Genevieve Camp, Boiler Room Dancing, 2025, magazine collage, 5” x 8”