trevorwlaw

Ever since I can remember, I have had recurring dreams that were all set in a place I cannot easily describe. This "world" is a brightly lit place, always coastal, or a feeling of being coastal, and is a very highly built city. I couldn't tell you how tall because I am always either in the top of the towers, which are all connected, or at the beach. In this world, clearly a very productive and happy place, our time as humanity is always coming to an end. The events of these dreams are never exactly the same. I recall when I was a young child that in the dream I was driving on a highway (very high in the sky) towards the beach, when the earth began to shake and the highway began crumble. More recently, I was in this world and found a friend, I stepped out of the elevator and went to hug him. I also knew at that moment I had been there before and some part of me knew the world was ending. The strangest thing about these dreams, and why I consider them recurring, even though they are not the same people, the same events, or even the same exact location, is the feeling that comes with this world. I feel it in the dreams and it feels familiar, and I know they are all in the same realm. This feeling carries over to when I wake up, as near as I can describe it is love. (as an aside I was convinced for two days I loved this friend after that dream before realizing it was only the feeling the dream had given me) Love is not totally accurate, however. Bliss is less accurate. I only know that as scary as the world ending may be, something about these dreams draws me to them. I almost cannot believe they are only dreams. To me it feel like a different realm, as real as this one, where I lead a very different life in a very different place. A place where people are so contented even the end of days does not damper their happiness.