I dream a lot. Last night had this fishy surf one….

From my dreams: I am by the sea, which suddenly swells as in a tsunami.
I am with young people and start to teach them how to ride the waves and see the level of swell coming. But then i go in after one who went under, and get pulled under; a great powerful hand submerges and pulls me out-Jesus the Life guard, i presume (as i ascend, i get to see amazing diademically colored fish for my own joy, i’m sure! As God knows i love watching the mystery of fish!), and hurls me onto the shore where a group of spiritual leaders from the two previous generations are meeting. They have good coffee, but aren’t fully aware of the intensity of the surf.
I am able immediately to encourage them, and to honor the older ones as well, who felt slightly ignored by my generation of leaders. Old cars, are still my favorites!
The dream appeared to be about: My generation’s role as a translator and watershed between generations. And specifically now for me, which generation is mine to bless. As in most of my dreams, there are three generations on earth or in the scene at once. Not all have the same roles, but all strangely work in tandem.
Great dream, but I was looking forward to surfing a bit more! Perhaps the waves will calm so i can ride a good wave before the end!