I know my recurring dream of the tidal wave is personal. I have been having it all of my life. It first appeared in childhood - along with the one about twisted steel wreckage and the complete destruction of civilisation. At first the wave was far off - in the last few years it has come nearer and is always just about to come crashing down and engulf me. I accept these dreams as being a psychological projection and an aspect of my own unconscious, but there was also always a sense of foreboding about them, something beyond me, something collectively unconscious.
I watched yesterday as these scenes unfolded before me - my 'dreams' sadly come true. Transfixed, like every other surfer would have been, in the complete fantasy of riding this advancing nightmare of impending doom - a 30 foot wall of perfection, peeling off to right and left. An apocalyptic ride it would have been fatal to wipe out on, but almost worth it.
My thoughts and prayers are with the Japanese people. I wish to God they hadn't chosen to go nuclear. You'd think after what happened to them in the last world war.......well, what can anyone say about that now?
