I dreamed that I was in an occult/antique shop. The kind that you wish you could find, but that only seem to exist in dreams and Harry Potter books. I was drawn to a dusty glass case. Inside were a handful of picture cards laid out on velvet. Like tarot, but not any tarot I was familiar with. The cards were battered and yellowed, obviously very old. The card that I focused on was titled Low Ocean.
The card was a seaside scene. Stone houses along a sea wall and a quay. However the water had withdrawn far into the distance. Ships were grounded on the sea floor and strange creatures had become beached or semi-submerged in pools on the muddy bottom. The ocean had withdrawn. Curious onlookers were exploring the normally hidden seafloor.
But the card wasn't about curiosity or discovery... it was about menace and risk.
Here's the relevant section from Wikipedia:
In my dream I understood this instinctively and I knew that there would have been a partner card titled Deluge. This dream was years ago, but it's more relevant than ever.
My friends, we are at Low Ocean.
The normal waters have receded and new landscapes are being revealed. Strange creatures appear, gasping in the sudden air. It's tempting, isn't is, to stay and explore? Picture the people on the ships, taking selfies and rearranging the deck chairs, and the villagers up to their ankles, trying to figure out what's happened.
But Low Ocean isn't the time to be poking about in the muck. Not the time for endless speculation and pointless curiosity. No, it's time to move to higher ground. Because the deluge is coming, and if you are in its path you will drown. And a boat won't save you. Not the fanciest yacht can keep you from smashing when the water returns. No wall will stop this, no debate will solve it, no technology will mitigate it. It's too late to keep it from happening.
Take those you love, if you can, and climb.