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atotalblamblamEarly this morning I had an extremely vivid bastard of a dream. In it, my home town was swamped in tidal waves. First, there was a sequence where I was climbing this strange white tower, and there were people sitting everywhere on this tower. I got to one point I thought would be high enough, and there sat this little group of girls from where I work, and they were all sweet and said, "You can sit here with us!" but then I looked down and the water was still boiling higher so I kept running up the tower and it seemed to go up forever.
Next part: My grandma and grandpa had a really tall beach front house with outdated furniture from the 70's. It was Grandma and me, and Jazzy was somewhere in the house. Grandpa was at work I guess. Grandma was sick, all wrapped up in her housecoat feeling old and achey. I looked out to sea, and there was the tidal wave, frothing towards us and gathering height. So I took off with Grandma, we ran up the stairs, up and up, and I lost track of Grandma, and I ended up in the tip top of the house, in the attic, and there was this strange part where I was trying to climb out the window into this happy carpet world, but I didn't quite make it when the tsunami had passed. So I look down through the window and there is a ladder I can climb down, and there are some firemen and rescue people, and soon enough Grandpa shows up. They find Grandma in the house. She didn't make it. After examining her body, though, they tell us that they are not sure if she died from drowning or from the bout of chocolate poisoning she had been suffering from. Chocolate poisoning was a very serious malady. Apparently her achey sickness was a result of this chocolate poisoning, and I had never known. Grandpa was holding back tears, all tough gentle grizzly bear, and he seemed like this working man hero. Then we are back in the house, and we find, cradled in a rescue worker's arms, Jazzy, all wet and cold and freaked and jittery, happy to see all of us, licking everybody like crazy. So that is a happy moment, that Jaz survived after all, at least. There are other parts somewhere in there too, but I can't remember.
I haven't had a tsunami dream in at least two years. I used to have them all the time, ever since I got pummeled by a 12-foot wave in Mexico when I was 11.
This thing in SE Asia is so horrible and godawful. I wish I had the skills they are looking for in a volunteer. I just can't fathom what the people who live there must be feeling.
Next part: My grandma and grandpa had a really tall beach front house with outdated furniture from the 70's. It was Grandma and me, and Jazzy was somewhere in the house. Grandpa was at work I guess. Grandma was sick, all wrapped up in her housecoat feeling old and achey. I looked out to sea, and there was the tidal wave, frothing towards us and gathering height. So I took off with Grandma, we ran up the stairs, up and up, and I lost track of Grandma, and I ended up in the tip top of the house, in the attic, and there was this strange part where I was trying to climb out the window into this happy carpet world, but I didn't quite make it when the tsunami had passed. So I look down through the window and there is a ladder I can climb down, and there are some firemen and rescue people, and soon enough Grandpa shows up. They find Grandma in the house. She didn't make it. After examining her body, though, they tell us that they are not sure if she died from drowning or from the bout of chocolate poisoning she had been suffering from. Chocolate poisoning was a very serious malady. Apparently her achey sickness was a result of this chocolate poisoning, and I had never known. Grandpa was holding back tears, all tough gentle grizzly bear, and he seemed like this working man hero. Then we are back in the house, and we find, cradled in a rescue worker's arms, Jazzy, all wet and cold and freaked and jittery, happy to see all of us, licking everybody like crazy. So that is a happy moment, that Jaz survived after all, at least. There are other parts somewhere in there too, but I can't remember.
I haven't had a tsunami dream in at least two years. I used to have them all the time, ever since I got pummeled by a 12-foot wave in Mexico when I was 11.
This thing in SE Asia is so horrible and godawful. I wish I had the skills they are looking for in a volunteer. I just can't fathom what the people who live there must be feeling.
