My last vivid dream was a few years ago, I was probably eighteen or nineteen. I still remember the intensity of this dream and the feelings surfaced despite it being so long ago.
This dream, as most of my dreams, was in third person. The sun was shining abnormally bright through the full, healthy trees and a cooling breeze was making its rounds. I was standing at the foot of an open grave surrounded by many others who were gently crying and holding each other, leaving me feeling neutral and very unmoved. As everyone was taking in the reality of the loss of… whoever… the ground started rumbling. The crowd jumped and steadied themselves, parents lifted their children up, and the elderly fell. Shortly after the quakes, earthy brown vines of all sizes started shooting up from the ground and twisting through the air, causing the crowd to scatter. The vines seemed to aim for individuals rather than move blindly. Some would come from under a person, pushing them into the air, while another would hit them in midair. Many would aim for a straight collision to the chest or simply break bones. Of course I was running through all of this, dodging what I could. I felt instinctive. (You know when something REALLY bad is happening in real life, you lose fear. When you car is out of control, you accept that you may die. When you’re being mugged, you know that you may be stabbed even if you give up your money. When somebody that think dearly of is in trouble, you act.) Eventually a vine hits me center in the chest, knocking me into a tree. Immediately after, another vine wraps my entire body up against the tree.
**Time elapsed**
The vines crack slightly, then crumble into large pieces letting me fall to my knees. I’m breathing hard, but soon notice that my hand is clutching another’s hand. I look over to see a girl who was bound to the tree with me. We must have grabbed each other’s hands the split second between hitting the tree and being bound. I was absolutely terrified of this girl, not in a scared way, but terrified that I felt strongly of someone that I’d never exchanged a word with. She rose to her feet, still holding my hand, and tugged my arm gently. I stood up and we simply started walking away, though what seemed to be the apocalypse, never relieving our grip. I remember being more scared of how I felt about this girl than the fact that the world just ended. Hah.
I like that dream just because I experienced full emotion, not to mention the heightened senses that dreams can offer. I woke up with the butterflies in my stomach. This was a long time ago, but I still feel that it’s relevant to me. Can anyone spot key points in what I wrote? I think that I found somebody in the apocalypse is pretty nice.
- -Barrett
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