Dream Journal
I knew the world was going to flood because I knew I had had this dream before. Instead of dreaming all of the details, the dream was mere snippets as if to remind me of what had happened in the previous dream.
I was standing with B and a little boy in the sloughs near Homer when the water started rising. B and I took off running so as to not drown at such a low elevation.
We were then in our car driving up a mountain road. At the very top we get out and climb into a hammock. We are both lying on our backs but want to move so that we can watch the waters rise.
With much commotion and fear of falling out of the hammock we manage to turn onto our right sides; B is spooning me. We have a great view of the bay and land and are excited to see the water level get higher and higher.
The water doesn’t quite reach the hammock. We get out and hop down off of a large boulder to a flat surface where two other families have made a bonfire near the mouth of a cave. We are the last remaining people on the earth. We roasted hot dogs.
Themes: End of the World