I had spent days stranded out in the middle of nowhere, huddled inside a trailer with two other people. It had been raining hard nonstop the entire time. Apparently it was something happening all over the globe. Eventually rescue came, just in time as the ground began to freeze.
I did not understand the gravity of the situation. The rescuers however were more apprehensive, news from the world outside said things were getting worse. A new ice age was on its way.
I helped the two trapped with me get across the line to higher ground, where the rescuers were. I gave the trailer one last farewell glance, knowing I would never return.
Eventually my dream fast-forwarded to many months later. I was apparently living in Canada, where the flood waters didn’t reach but the severe blizzard climate was still very apparent. Somehow these new isolated towns flourished, away from the major cities. I remember I was among many foreigners. My folks (who had a very bitter divorce and a father i personally hate) somehow owned a restaurant. A very successful restaurant at that. It was always busy. In fact I remember being asked if I had a reservation when I walked in, security tried to push me back from entering. I had to explain to them I was related to the owners. I eventually reached a table my family happened to have reserved and were all eating. A new addition to the family was there… another little brother? Nephew? My current lil bro? Not sure… I keep thinking it’s the first.
Mom, sister, and newest addition (not sure why them) set off in search of something, I can’t remember what. We land in what was once known as NYC. I can still picture the many skyscrapers ‘growing’ out of the water and leaning. I remember the segments missing from bridges. I remember taking lots of pictures. It wasn’t the beautiful city it once was. In the places of higher elevation the city was ‘growing’ again with new buildings. There were LOTS and LOTS of washes up cars. They were beginning to pile up and in some sections of this new city they were stacked in a giant cube.
The outskirts of this new city was a scary place. Many said it was a great place to be because you weren’t “tracked” like you were in the major city. But this same alluring quality was dangerous and was filled with lawlessness. It was mostly ran by gangs and certain groups. I remember my sister in particular having a hard time coping with this new world. Rather, I think she was having a harder time seeing the world left in such disarray. She was very fragile emotionally. What made it worse was when she was assaulted. I stepped in just in time but the damage had been done. She kept forgetting who she was and kept reverting back to this child-like state. It was hard keeping track of her and my mother at the same time, who was captivated by this new city. I lost both of them, when these strange looking dogs captured them.
In my quest to find them I met a lot of people. i discovered that rather than this cataclysmic event unite humanity, that we all still suffered from the same stigma; the same problems. I remember seeing some neighbors bickering about who slept with what husband; like some DespertateHousewives episode (which i do NOT watch!). Weird. As this argument caught my eye a friend (@SarahHorvat) made a crash landing. Just about literally. Apparently she was a pilot in my dream (?) and she made this rough landing nearby. I remember her vintage clothing from the 1930’s. She reminded me of Amelia Earhart.
She came out of the wreck unharmed and greeted me. It was my first impression that I would be meeting many people on this journey to find my family.
The dream repeated itself 3 times… woke up on the third…
I remembered one last thing this morning. I remember looking out at the new city and asking someone, “I thought God promised to never destroy the earth by a flood again…” Which made me think two thinks A) there was no God, and B) This was not caused by Him.