I was sitting on the couch by your side when the ground began shaking. A surge of panic rushed through me as I jumped to my feet, and when I turned to look your way, you were gone. The ground began rumbling again, only this time louder and more intense.
As I studied my surroundings I realized they were foreign to me. This isn’t my home, where am I?! The details of the apartment were minimal, defined only by its stark white walls and concrete floors. It was cold and unwelcoming and we needed to get out of here. Suddenly a loud CCCRAACK ripped through the walls of our faux-home, and I began screaming your name.
Except whenever I tried screaming your name, nothing came out.
I ran through the hole-in-the-wall to find myself in the middle of downtown Vancouver. I knew it to be Vancouver but I was lost amidst the chaos of people. I didn’t understand what was going on but one thing was evident: they were all running in the same direction. When I turned to look behind me, large groups of tornadoes were obliterating everything in their paths. The city around me is being ripped apart and I just need to find you.
I see you in the distance but you’re walking away from me. I began shoving everyone to the side as I ran towards you, and that’s when I noticed Marley’s tail wagging next to you. I need to just reach you both, I need to feel safe again. Our world is crumbling around us and I’m not even with you. Please just turn around and hold me until it’s over. I collapse to the ground and squeeze my eyes shut until it all ends. I can’t bear the weight of this alone.
When I opened my eyes I found myself in my bed in a cold sweat. The tornadoes were gone but the loneliness lingered. My head ached from clenching my jaw and my heart hurt as though I had just lost everything.
Whether or not you believe in analyzing dreams, I believe dreams of this magnitude don’t simply occur without cause.
It’s not the tornadoes themselves that I fear, it’s what they materialized out of.
Inner anguish, stress, confusion?
Why was it tearing apart my life so rapidly and leaving me alone to endure its wrath?
I take it as a subconscious cry for help.
The next day, I faced my inner demons. No longer will I endure pain of that magnitude, both in my dreams and reality.
Inspired by The Daily Post’s daily word prompt, Dream.
Feature image of Vancouver at night by my talented partner, TrHippie.
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