Alright, let me tell you about this thing I did recently, I sort of called it ‘dreaming with ocean’ in my head. Wasn’t sure what it meant at first, just felt like I needed… something. You know how things can get a bit much sometimes? Felt like my brain was full of noise.
Getting Started
So, I decided I needed to actually go do something about it. I figured the ocean, the real thing, might help. It’s big, makes your own stuff feel small for a bit. Didn’t plan much. Just picked a day, think it was a Wednesday morning, when I knew the coast wouldn’t be too crowded. Woke up early.
The Process
Packed a really simple bag. Didn’t need much.
- Grabbed an old blanket.
- Filled up my thermos with hot coffee.
- Threw in a notebook and pen, just in case. Mostly didn’t use it.
- Put on some comfy shoes for walking on sand.
Then I just drove. Headed towards a stretch of coast I know that’s usually quiet. Took about an hour. Found a spot to park where it wasn’t paved, just a sandy track off the road. Perfect.
Walked over the dunes. That first moment you see the water, you know? And the sound hits you. Yeah, that’s what I was looking for. Found a spot, spread out the blanket. The sand was still cool. Just sat there for a long while. Seriously, maybe an hour just sitting. Watched the waves roll in and out. Listened to the gulls. Sipped my coffee. Didn’t try to think about anything specific. Just let my eyes follow the water.
Later, I got up and walked along the edge where the water comes up. Took my shoes off. The cold water felt sharp, woke me up a bit. Picked up a few smooth, grey stones. Turned them over in my hand. Just walked and looked down at the patterns the water made in the sand.
The ‘Dreaming’ Part
Now, about the ‘dreaming’ part. It wasn’t like sleeping dreams. More like… letting my mind unspool. Like it had been wound too tight. Sitting there, with that huge view and the constant sound, it sort of loosened things up. Thoughts came, yeah, worries and plans and stuff, but they didn’t stick. They just floated by, like seaweed on the waves. Didn’t fight them, just watched them go. It wasn’t about finding answers, more about getting quiet inside. Letting the ocean’s rhythm take over for a bit. That felt like a kind of dream, a waking one. Just being empty and letting the place fill me up instead of my own mental clutter.
Wrapping Up
Stayed out there until my coffee was gone and I started to feel the chill. Didn’t force it. Just felt like time to go. Packed up my blanket, brushed off the sand. Walked back to the car. Driving home, I noticed I felt… lighter. Not like magically fixed, but like I’d rinsed out my head. The noise was gone, replaced by the memory of the waves. It’s simple, really. Just needed to go and be there. Definitely worth doing again when things get loud upstairs.
