She sent me this in a text: Just different things -but ill tell you about the most vivid dream i had about you - the only dream i can remember where the whole thing was just stuff going on with the two of us and no one else comes into play at all. I am copying this from my dream journal but I've changed "[My name]" to "you" and "we" ... just to make it easier for you to read.
I dreamt that we were chasing storms together late at night through the boonies somewhere, but it was like after the tornados but there were still some really violent weather in this crazy squall of cells that were huge green blobs on the radar stretching all the way up the map in a ENE line. We were driving through these destroyed little towns and we were stuck in all this ruin and the roads were becoming impassable with rising flood water and bogs of debris.
I was using radar to navigate us around the remaining super cells because we didn't want to chase such violent cells at night time - they'd been producing horrific tornados all day. But we kept getting stuck in flash floods, like suddenly we would just be in lake-deep water, with roof tops from submereged houses on either side of our floating car being the only visible thing in an endless ocean that had swallowed up the street we had been driving down, and it was too dark to see but other things were floating in the water too - debris maybe. But no people, we were the only ones. Profoundly alone. Like, last survivors of the appocolypse kind of alone - or at least thats what it felt like to me. You had been driving but the car would stall when the water would get that high. We would float and wait and it would sorta drain around the car and houses like water draining slowly out of a bath tub. Then when our tires would touch the road again we would drive off, only for this to happen again in the next town, rising water, rushing debris in a current always rushing towards us, things floating away from us, and the car would stall and i would be eye level with the roof tops of houses peeking up out of the water like glacier tops in the ocean. You said, we have to get out of the path of this squall line, and I was saying "this wasnt on the radar, I swear, I'm directing us due west, we should be getting away from this flooding" and indeed on my computer screen the green blotches squalling up the north east from Texas to Canada, with green warning boxes framing every inch or so, was all away from where i thought i was navigating us towards. I couldn't figure out how we kept hitting the flood regions, and so I just kept apologizing for navigating us wrong. You seemed concerned but not confused. Like you knew what I was doing wrong - but then, why wouldn't you share that information with me if indeed you did? Who would willingly drive into a flash flood and stay silent if they knew the way to avoid it? I kept navigating us and the flooding got deeper and the floating debris got more and more common, the rushing current more intense, until we couldn't drive against it anymore even when the car wasn't stalled. We couldn't drive forward and when the car stalled and started to rise up with the water, the current got so fast we started floating backwards, moving backwards, and we needed to go forward, desperately, for some reason. So eventually we had paddle the car to row ourselves along against the current of the rushing water. We kind of sat on our knees in the seats and leaned out the open car windows -- we had to roll down the windows of the hummer so we could lean out and row ourselves through the water, and we did so, like we were in a boat. First we tried to get the car to drive through the water but it was just too deep. We did get it to start though - we made a snorkel for the muffler out of some PVC pipe that you found floating in the flood water -- you waded out of the car through the water when we heard our tires scrape the ground under the water - we were on a hill top or something so the elevation under the water was higher. I watched you - it was really dark but a street light sticking up and flickering above the water let me see you a little. At first you could touch the ground - I knew this because you sorta waded through the water. Then you had to swim. You found something in the darkness - you swam back with it. It was a long L-shaped piece of someone's storm gutter from their house. You swam down under the water behind the car and attached it to the muffler. It made me nervous but i let you go because I was afraid of getting swept away if I went, and you said you were a strong swimmer. It was like white water rapids but you somehow managed to work in it - you attached the gutter piping to the muffler (and i am certain this wouldn't work IRL but somehow it made sense in my dream) and then the car started, but there was too much water to drive through so we floated inside the car like it was a boat and you had brought back some long planks of wood from your swim. We paddled with these 2-by-4s that we each had, and we rowed through all this trash and stuff that was floating in the water, a slow current of floating debris... and there were dead animals floating by... floating in the slow moving water as we rowed the car. Soon the water was up to the windows ... almost flooding the inside of the car but never quite breaching the lip of the widows ... so these dead animals were visible as they floated right next to my open window and it freaked me out to watch dogs and cats and squirrels bobbing lifelessly by, all the creatures that had drowned. As we rowed along it got progressively darker, more silent and eerie and eventually we went through a tunnel, a big round storm drain like tunnel. So as we were rowing through this dark tunnel this huge dead deer, half bobbing out of the water floated by my window. I said "it's sleeping, right?" And you said, in that ominous sort of matter-of-fact tone, "don't look at its eyes" and I looked away as it bobbed by in the darkness, but I looked in the side mirror - I couldn't resist, and its head was bobbing above the surface of the water but it was floating the other direction kind of on its side so only
one side of its face was visible and I saw one of its eyes - it was looking at me, dead and looking at me. The deer's eye seemed to fluoresce, it glowed with a life that existed in death. A dead life, a scary life, a wrong life, like it was something I shouldn't be looking at, like it was something that I shouldn't know about, in that way that kids shouldn't know about things their too innocent or young or understand or be ready for. I was so disturbed, but I couldn't look away. It looked back at me, but in a disconnected sense. It was like, because I saw the unseeing eye, it saw me back. I didn't look out the window anymore, I didn't look at the dark shapes that floated by outside my window in the water that came up to the lip of the car and nearly spilled in. Nearly, but didnt.
I saw the shapes floating by and wanted to look at the horrors, but you said "just look straight ahead, straight ahead as far as you can see" and this time, I listened. I saw nothing of interest on darkened horizon, like looking out over the ocean it was vast dark and empty... when i looked that far I saw no shapes or forms or telling shadows floating by, which was, I guess, the idea. But when we would row past street lamps, and the water was so high they were only a few feet above the water, I was tempted to look at what the patches of light were illuminating in the water, but when I would start to turn my head, you'd remind me "straight ahead" and i would fight the urge to look. But after looking at the deer, I listened to you when you told me to look straight ahead. We rowed in silence for a long time. When my 2-by-4 would touch something solid in the dark water outside my window, I'd start to look to see what it had hit, but without looking at me, you'd say "straight ahead" and so I would avert my eyes just in time. But I had this feeling the things floating by were people now. I started to ask you, but I didn't know how to phrase it without scaring myself - like saying it aloud brought it more to life somehow. I said "those bulges in the water that keep hitting my paddle - they feel big ... Heavy... They're not..." And then you asked me if - interrupted me - and asked me if I knew how to sing a Round. I said yes, and you started singing Row row row your boat, and I begin to sing it at "Merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream" which is ironic because it was a dream... And I did feel more merry as we sang, dismal as objectively the situation was.
I've also found out that in her dreams, she could have a dream of just doing something like buying a new computer and I would show up.
Any ideas, Im personally stumped by it.
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