Dream; A lost bride

I had a dream a few weeks ago that was the motivation to make a blog I can write them down on.

I wasn't going to write it on here because I've forgotten so much by now. But I can at least write what I recall.

I, for some reason, had to run away into a swamp. I was with a man, a guide. We entered this swamp and met up with the natives. Oh, there is too much I've forgotten, and it was all beautiful, but in a painful haunting way. What I remember was that the swamp had something in it that if it touched you, it would poison you. Like a fish or something, but it was clear and impossible to see. The natives knew how to avoid them, but we didn't. So there was fear through the entire dream.

Anyway, the guide and I eventually got separated. He had to leave, in order to try to save us somehow. Anyway, he never came back and basically must have died.

The dream had me months later having fallen in love with one of the natives. I was married and almost married (because two things can both be true in a dream) to one him. A life completely and utterly different than what I was used to, but I was stuck in this place and would never leave, and I had settled into the new life, and had a new husband and was happy and starting to fit in. It was a smaller quieter simpler life, tucked far away in a dangerous swamp. Wives wore blue make up on their faces near their hairline, sort of like a pictish woman but simple. And it shined in some way. And intricately braided hair. At any rate, it was a beautiful life, but someone might feel trapped in it if from an outside world.

At the end of the dream, the guide came back. He had come up with a way of moving through the water and keeping the poisonous small translucent fish (I think fish, that was my guess throughout the duration of the dream) away from him, so he was able, months later, to make his way back.

And now I could return to the outside world. I was no longer part of this tribe through necessity, but I could leave, if I wanted. I could return to the modern outside world. I did not have to remain in my quiet loving but so small and ignorant and uneducated world of this swamp village. And I woke up without having made my choice. Was my love a necessity of surviving? Or was it something I would choose to keep.

I think I was ready to keep it, to stay in that small life. But the choice meant that I would finally have to feel the sacrifice of giving up everything else. All the knowledge and connection of the modern world; I would lose. All my own culture and my own comfort zone; I would lose. And it was a loss. Imagine things with a morally wrong symbolism now taking on a morally right meaning. That's what changes with a culture. Not just customs. Ways of looking at the world; it all changes. It's not easy. It's not that they are actually an ignorant culture. Even in my dream, they knew how to thrive in this deadly environment, and I was walking in fear and trying not to touch any water all the time. It's so foreign, and none of it would be easy.

But I think I was about to choose it. I would stay with my husband, because he was my husband, and I loved him.

But still I was giving up more than I had ever expected I would in order to marry.

It haunted me, in all honesty.

There was a lot more that I wanted to remember from it. It was an incredibly complicated and intricate plot, and included a few more locations that I can barely remember, but they were cool. But I waited too long to write it all down. At least now I have, so I'll remember at least this much of the plot. It was the important part, the heart of the dream/adventure.