This has been a weirdly persistent theme in my dreams for the past couple of years: taking a walk along a coastline of rocky cliffs for the express purpose of “seeing the whales.” And I do see them, looking down from the cliffs, dozens of them — rights and humpbacks and others of that general type, breaching and spouting and lobtailing away.
(So far as I know, there’s no place where you can actually watch whales from the shore. Something that big obviously requires deep water.)
Whales play no role whatsoever in my life — I’ve never even seen one, in fact — so it’s odd that they would keep turning up in my dreams like this. I can’t help but think it’s a bit of heavy-handed symbolism from the old subconscious. Wanting to “see the whales,” but without the trouble of actually leaving terra firma — not entirely unlike the poor cat i’ th’ adage — isn’t it a metaphor for wanting to understand spiritual truth without being bothered to live a spiritual life?