photo © 2004 c tucker

Two nights ago I had another orca dream. Grama and Grampa (grampa died about 17 years ago) and I were in a car, they dropped me off at Dallas road. Except instead I was somewhere else, somewhere surrounded by concrete. Then it seemed there was a slit in the concrete that opened up and a procession of orca was passing by me from right to left – i could see so many fins peircing through the ground. One individual (young male) leaped up and onto his left side and slid back into the line of orcas and i looked on in amazement. I decended underground where i could somehow see from below, and saw they had left. I could clearly see the wild undersea water that surrounded my vision. My only understanding of this, is that sooner then later the Southern Resident orcas will leave the area for the winter as they usually do. Where they go, we do not know.

There is something i am compelled to point out in all my orca dreams as of lately, and that is that one individual (orca) is always presenting themselves and almost identifying themselves in one form or another.

I chose to assemble this image as it translates the power of the visual i had seen in my dream. Although not exactly the same predicament, it carries the same impact.