This is what I recall of a very vivid dream I had on Tuesday night.
It was a beautiful, sunny day as I traveled in a car with two other women. They were in the front seats and I rode in the back, driver's side. We enjoyed the scenery as we journeyed along on a country road, no homes in sight, just the occasional field of hay bales. I remember having idle conversation, nothing too important. The view outside my window was what kept my attention, I just kept staring at the simplicity of it all.
Then we noticed that the field on the left side was beginning to fill quickly with rushing water, and somehow we knew that a dam had busted near by, which is where all the water was coming from. The driver kept going, and as we crested a hill, we noticed that our car was heading right for the water.
The sky instantly changed from sunny to gray.
Suddenly the car hit the water, and our car began to fill up. I remember thinking that I had seen ways to escape this kind of situation, so I did not panic. I calmly made my way out of the car, but I still had to get out of the raging water. It was moving so quickly, but some how I was able to keep my head above water and could see that the river bank was in reach. As I got closer I could see the thick roots of the trees poking out of the bank, and for whatever reason it was those roots that I focused on. I knew if I could just grab one, I could pull myself to safety.
I grabbed one.
Then the scene shifted to an empty, wooden shack. The sky was sunny again.
The two other women had also found their way to this shack. I remember looking at it, quite simple in design of course. The boards that made the shack were thick, but the space between them allowed sunlight to beam inside.
I began to feel at peace about what had just happened with the flooding waters...until I was overwhelmed with panic when I realized that the whole point of my trip out to the countryside was to see my children. I felt as if I couldn't breathe I was so sick with worry. At that point, the waters began to fill the wooden shack, and I made my way out of the structure, running away from the water.
Again, the sky turned to gray, and I kept running in an open field, frantically wanting to find my children. I had no idea where to go. I just kept running away from the water.
Then I woke up.
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