August 27, 2003
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I just woke up from a scary dream. I hate when I have bad dreams, because although they only happen once in a while, they are usually accompanied by some sort of huge catastrophe in reality at the same time….like that morning in early september, two years ago, when i woke from a dream about thousands of people walking through darkness and black water.
This time it was volcanoes. We had heard on the news report that the earth was shifting itself in the west, and the effect would roll towards us across the continent in a matter of days, or hours. I was in Boston with my mother, packing our things to go somewhere, and waiting for my father to arrive. I remember walking around harvard square a few hours before, and all the shops had been evacuated, and all the people were gone. the sun began to go down and the sky was a vicious red-orange against black clouds, and i could feel it coming. When night came i went out into the neighborhood to see who was left; I think some people didn’t believe anything was going to happen, or hadn’t heard, and were still in their houses. That’s when the fire began to fall from the sky, hot red rocks and molten stone which shot through the dark and pummeled the grass. I ran to my family, and we drove east until we couldn’t anymore, and I was standing on the beach at nauset, with the ocean before me and the fire at my back. The only thing to do was take a boat and sail out. A great wave suddenly overtook us, like a tsunami, and we were nothing but smalll creatures on an open sea. I dreamt of what must be happening to the earth behind me…as the hills thrummed and rumbled and melted in the molten rivers, and the houses collapsed and exploded, and darkness and fire everywhere……
Thank god morning came. i hate waking up feeling afraid.
