China Dream

I had a dream last night; this is it to the best of my recollection. I understand that it may seem deeply personal, but that does not matter, one may interpret it as they like, it is not mine any more. I had it about three days after I arrived, just after I had met the other teachers.

The Dream:

I spent some time in a house, then I was taken to the edge of the sea by persons who were partly Chinese, they praised me highly then threw me into the sea, first I was close to the rock pier that they threw me from, I could see other people in the water, they were able to wade, I was on a body board.
I sank a little bit, getting used to the buoyancy of the board, it was spongy and a bit thick, the water was a very murky green colour, not seeming healthy but it was ok. I wanted to paddle to different spots, and I tried a little, but then I found that I was being moved where I did not know. A voice, or something like a voice, told me, don’t worry, just trust me. I saw some patches on the water, they looked like pollution or blood, I couldn’t tell. I was looking over to where I could see other waves breaking, they were taking off on waves which might turn into tubes but they were very treacherous, that was where the great ones surfed. I was turned and I found myself on a wave, it was very fast and dimly lit, it seemed to be about to break on me, but it held off, and I was able to turn and ride it and I hit the lip and threw the biggest air I have ever experienced, higher than I ever felt possible. I could see the wave below me and the shore.
I landed on the shore and went onto the sand, like when I was a kid and I used to ride the waves right to the beach. I looked down and I saw a rainbow coloured disk, tiny, with coloured patterns of rectangles. I picked it up and looked at it, it was shiny, I then saw that there were many other larger squares of the coloured pieces. I picked them all up making sure not to leave any behind, I then picked up a small brown tie which was on the beach. I saw a pair of old trainers tucked behind a rock and thought about whether I should take them, they referred to leisure, and I reluctantly decided not to. I then walked up the path to the house again, it was filled with people I knew or did not know; there were some from Tasmania and elsewhere. I was looking in a window, I saw a friend there, she had her back to the window and she was talking intelligently to someone, I could see the corner of her lips. I saw other older friends talking.
Later I walked down a road, past the people, and I sensed that I could ask the dream anything, but I decided I didn't want to know, and closed my eyes. I wandered away from the house and went to another house where I was the only person there. It was old and stately, with a lot of wood, kind of like a Western/oriental house from Jakarta or Java. I then wandered outside into the clean street, I started up the track and I saw that it was the path toward Mount Wellington. As I looked into the valley, and realised I could look up, I became too sad, too grief stricken and I missed the mountain too much to look up at it again. I also missed the walks down toward the university, the green of the trees, I realised how much I have learnt from those times and those walks.
I then went back to the sea. I sat in the section where the water was murky and I could not tell how deep it was, I was told to trust and sank down into the water. It became black, and although I initially panicked I was told to trust so I did. I went down into the black and soon I found myself at the base of a massive cavern, I only call it a cavern but it was in fact endlessly dark, without being bad, just dark. Some monsters briefly appeared and I realised it was my subconscious projecting myself back to me, I wondered if sex would appear and it briefly did, but it was contrived.
I asked a person for help, and they sent a small child to me, a little Chinese girl. She took my hand and led me around. She took me into what was like a row of ceiling fans which got lower and lower, one of them seemed to cut a large part of my head off, it didn't actually, but it seemed that way, it made me duck a bit more as I was wandering through! Eventually the fans got so low I couldn't walk under them, but by then I was looking at them from the side. I got through safely overall, and I needed to humbly accept that, what was given to me as a guide, was a precocious child. This was a bit humiliating.