Dream: The water recedes as I take flight for the olive tree

 It was a waterworld... circa 2012... the last time I was awake perhaps:

I was rendered conscious to the hot sun glaring down on me while its rays burned my skin. A constant pain was present in my temple. Lifting my hand to block the sun, I saw dried blood flaking away in the light breeze. I touched the side of my head and pulled away, my fingers were damp with thick blood. I closed my eyes again, feeling out my body. I attempted to sit up, however my body thought otherwise, I turned to my side and retched dry heaves. I was looking down through a weathered fishing net. Below me, water rolled and tumbled past. I sat up. I was gazing across an empty expanse of liquid terrain. 

Did I spend some time in the belly of a whale, like Jonah? Whose name means dove.

Paired with northern flicker for many years... I think I tried to fly away from the Lord? Hard to take flight when you run from destiny. Oh how many years I wrote off the revelations by the Lord! By not listening to my dreams? By living in disobedience. By ignoring His stirrings?

I repent of how I have quenched the Spirit with my choices of chemicals to mix: 

Pink and blue,
Mixed to no hue.
A symbol of transparency,
Yet trapped in duality.

Colors merge, then drift apart.
A symbol of the restless heart.
In the mix, we find the key—
Truth’s not always what we see, but rather... what we believe.

So I seek the olive branch as the water recedes. 

No longer sick but in flight - a journey to serve the Lord. Time to use the nets. The strength of the Lord is with me. Beside me. Inside me.

Genesis 8:11 (NIV):

"When the dove returned to him in the evening, there in its beak was a freshly plucked olive leaf! Then Noah knew that the water had receded from the earth."