Waves
I had a dream about the wave again. But before I tell you the new, I’ll tell you the old one:
I was alone. On some remote place. It was gloomy and cold. I was swimming or attempting to swim. I just rode the waves as long as I could. The waves would’ve crushed me and eventually they did. I woke up on shore. It was night. The waves seemed to be after me, grabbing at me. I remember getting up and from there my vision changed. I was up on a cliff over looking the shore side and I could see myself getting up and walking away.
This second one was different:
I was on a boat going inland. It was the same place as before except the sun was out, the pebbles on the floor were now sand and people were having an average day at the beach and before I knew it I was in a small apartment right next to the beach. I look out from the window to see the children playing and the adults basking in the sun. But the waves looked like the one from the previous dream. They almost had a silver tinge to it. They looked as though they were looking for something. Someone even. The waves spit out who ever went in it. Getting closer to the apartment each time and growing larger as well. There were two other in the room. One I had never seen before. Short blond hair and blue eyes with a tan. Not fit but not really out of shape. He went out first. The other was a friend of mine. I stayed inside. Usually I like going up against the waves. But for some reason I didn’t. I lowered the shutters and looked around the room for signs about where I really was. The only thing I found suspicious about it besides it being a place I’ve never seen before is that the shower was its own separate room without a door. Just a rubber duck pattern curtain with a blue background. I peaked through the door to see how close the waves were now and at that moment the waves seemed to have found me and created a giant wave that enveloped everybody. I saw a little girl become lost in a instant. I had no time to worry though as the wave came crashing through. I tried to close the door. I stopped it from fully hitting the room. It only came a little below my knees. The others were scattered on the ground or up against the walls. Shaken but not hurt. Some coughing a bit. The two others in the room were plastered against the wall. They came off it and came back in as though nothing really happened. I stopped and pondered what was going on. I look out the window again to see the bright sunny beach had become an uphill street in a major city. Tall building now entered my sight as though they had always been there. People walked around in suits. I looked to see sand in the room and feel that my legs were still wet. I told the others about it. They were as confused as I was. I looked back out a few times to see any sign of the beach goers who were there a minute ago. But when I did the beach had seemingly returned. As I looked I saw the sea. It seemed as endless as space. A small fear slowly crept over my body. Yet I wanted to go. Then and there. I wanted to go out. As I opened the door BAM! phone rings, dreams over.
