I woke up in the pitch blackness with a thousand screaming Japanese voices in my head.
I'm not trying to be melodramatic. I'm just saying that I dreamed (and I'm still trying, so hard, to convince myself it was just a dream) of towering waves and horrendous rushing mountains of water. Cars and houses and people and no place to escape.
And running, running as fast as I could, and there was no flying in this dream--I had no idea I was dreaming, which is the worst part--just running and that awful feeling I've described before; where your mind realizes that you're dead, it's just that your body doesn't know it yet.
I finally began to understand that I was asleep, and I fought my way out of the nightmare. But I couldn't make the screaming from all those voices stop.
I woke up shaking. I very nearly woke Amanda up just so I could be absolutely sure she was still alive. But I could hear her breathing, so I came out here and wrote this instead. The adrenaline is dying down now, so I think I'm going to try to go back to sleep.
I know I can't do anything for those people. There is so much grief here.
4 comments:
Your dreams are so intense! Life more so, I guess.
Oh, gosh.
That is as rough as all get out.
I'm sorry. It's good that you're still alive, but to live it in your dream and yet still be unable to do anything to help anybody is horrible too.
Oh I am so very sorry you dreamed that. It sounds horrific, and I hope you are okay now. I hate dreaming that.
Is there anything anyone can do?
Jeez. You have HORRIBLE dreams. None of my nightmares have been about real things. That would only make them worse I imagine. At least my nightmares aren't physically possible. Sorry to hear that/read that. Hopefully the next few wont be so bad :)
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