The Quiet Shore

Dream recorded · May 10, 2026

Prologue

It was May, and I was already looking forward to summer. I poured blues and whites across the canvas, trying to make something that felt like ocean waves, then left the paint to move and settle overnight. The day before, I had been talking about an old recurring nightmare: having to jump into deep water while the enormous shadow of a spotted seal waited somewhere below. The next morning, something had appeared in the waves. I hadn't painted it.

Field notes

2026/05/10

I have dreamed more than once of deep, dark water — almost like the enormous water enclosures in Jurassic Park.

Far beneath the surface, I could make out the shadow of a gigantic spotted seal. It was huge and round, barely visible in the darkness below me. Somehow, in the dream, I had to jump in.

I was terrified.

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In another dream, I arrived at a new train station called 沼の止 — roughly, “Where the Marsh Ends.”

I had originally planned to go shopping, but instead went to see the waves. I found a Japanese garden-like viewing area overlooking the most beautiful turquoise-green water, and sat down with the people around me to watch.

At first, the waves rose and everything seemed safe. Then the water receded and surged again. When it did, half of the floor beneath where I had been sitting was gone.

I got scared and stepped farther back.

A girl beside me giggled and said, “It’s okay.”

Epilogue

Years ago, deep water was somewhere I was forced to enter. Something enormous waited underneath, and I was terrified.

Then came 沼の止.

This time, I went to the water because I wanted to. It was beautiful enough to make me stay. And when the ground beneath me became unstable, I didn't fall in. I stepped back.

Maybe I wasn't becoming less afraid of the deep. I was learning how to approach it.

Entering something beautiful and meaningful… but it’s deeper and more powerful than you think. Stay aware of your footing.

Painted: 2025–2026
Medium: Acrylic pour with ink on canvas, 40 × 40 cm
Print: In preparation · Prints

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