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Last night I dreamed that I was startled by helecopter planes (8-9) flying above me toward the ocean. A fire truck was racing directly toward the beach. Many people were around and we realized this was crazy, that there was a tsunami coming in. I could see it. It was terrifying.
Somehow I was on a bus which was racing away from the scene, but there was so much traffic congestion that the bus could not get through. There was a moment of hope when I though we were on a highway leading fast enough away but a voice was saying, no, it is hopeless, this road is not far enough away.
I may be confusing the sequence of time or who I was (I could have been several different people). I remember being in the street telling people, we must get higher NOW. A woman in a doorway seemed oblivious. Although the cars and vehicles were all crowded and trying to move away in the same direction.
The whole time I could see the tsunami coming so quickly and I was running, moving during the entire dream trying to escape.
I looked in doors as I ran along the street for a likely place to climb higher, but this town looked simple and poor. There was no place to run in and jump in an elevator and I couldn't even find a place with stairs. I kept running in the street.
I turned a corner and it was nothing but mud. My feet were sinking into it and I found myself crawling on my hands and knees with all my might trying to move forward. Every time I looked back in this dream the tsunami was racing forward and directly behind me. I was not feeling fear exactly, but just the inevitability of this incredibly powerful wave which was coming. I could see it in great detail.
I realized I could not move fast enough and I would surely die. My mind was preparing itself for death. I was crawling in this muddy sidestreet and I was telling myself, okay, I will accept this death. I will stop fighting when the water hits me. I will try to die quickly.
That's all. There was a part of me during this entire dream which seemed to be an observer. And again, like some other dreams I've had, I seemed to be more than one person because the sequence seemed to shift from perspective to perspective.
In fact, I am sure that when I was about to die I was a man. When I think back, it felt like a male personality, but, like I said, I don't know if I was split into fragments in this dream. There was a feeling of fear throughout, but also an observant quality to it.
On waking, no emotional residue, as in nightmares where you wake with the feelings you may have been experiencing, relieved that it was just a dream. I felt impartial. Mostly I remember that despite the terror and chaos, the tsunami itself was absolutely beautiful to look at, from an impartial observer's point of view. The colors in it were vivid. The wave was a beautiful sparkling blue and white. The town, people, and all concerned seemed in shades of brown, and almost "unnatural" in comparison to this huge perfect wave.
love, blink
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