posted November 05, 2010 12:03 PM
I was late for work in the morning. I didn’t know where the time went. I was trying to get my 11 year old son to get a move on because he was taking his time doing everything and he still had to put his shoes on.
We got in the car and started driving and I couldn’t remember where I worked or what I did for a living. I was confused and I didn’t know if I had to go to the rock n’ roll clothing store for the day or to the book publishing house (both places I used to work at in the 1990’s!!). I kept driving and had to go over the bridge which I hated going over because it was so steep. I was surprised there was no traffic. It was so difficult going up the initial incline that I had to get out and push the car up the hill. We made it and I got back in the car. We were at the very top and the view was beautiful but the bridge was so narrow and there were no rails on either side so I worried we would fall off. I was so scared to go down the other side because it was equally as steep and went almost straight down. It turned out to be impossible to drive down and the car just tumbled all the way to the bottom.
My son and I were fine and got out of the car but I knew I wouldn’t make it to work and I couldn’t take him to school so I took him back home. We were suddenly trying to avoid several people that were chasing us. They were marksmen and snipers. We made it home which was a lovely home on the beach with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the water and I went to make grilled cheese sandwiches. I noticed someone outside my window. It was a tall skinny man dressed as a female nurse with bright red lipstick on. I went to the window and asked if he was there to kill us. He was agitated and said I was supposed to find the information I was sent to find and I had to find it immediately or he would indeed kill us. He said I shouldn’t be going out during the day and having a good time until I found out this information and it was important.
As I was talking to him, I looked to my right and there was a HUGE sailboat on the water. It was the size of an oceanliner with massive sails. It was coming right towards the beach at record speed. It was going so fast, it came right up onto the beach and sliced right between where I stood and the man-nurse stood and separated us. I was thankful.
I grabbed my son and we climbed onto the sailboat. Once we did, it backed up into the water and was sailing along the coast in what turned out to be a river that met with the ocean. Sort of like the Hudson river or something along New York City. There was no more beach, just cityscape and we were sailing very close to it until we made it to sea. I looked behind us and there were several more boats like ours following us.
A police officer came and told us to go through processing. We were led to a stairway and there was several dozen other people going the same way. My boyfriend was suddenly with us. There was a scuffle with police officers and a passenger. I don’t know what happened exactly but they shot him in the head. I covered my son’s eyes and told him not to listen. We went back to the deck and watched the city. The sun was getting lower in the sky as it was late afternoon now. Another passenger asked me if I remembered to bring my cat. I said I didn’t have time. The passenger said “Oh… poor kitty. All that smoke…”
I noticed back in the direction where my house had been, great plumes of grey smoke were erupting. It wasn’t just my house but all the houses that way. Everything was going up in smoke but I didn’t see any fire. I looked at the cityscape and there were people by the water’s edge crying. They wanted to get on our boat but there wasn’t enough room. They were crying. Some of them had children or babies in their arms. We passed a cement “beach” where about a dozen black boys who looked to be about 10 – 12 years old were laying out on the beach waiting to die. We passed a dirty apartment building covered in white soot. There was a woman on a balcony there with two children and they were playing a board game but the mother was crying because she knew they would all die.
I wondered how it was that we ended up on that boat and what made us so lucky compared to all the others. I was crying for them but I was so relieved we would be alright by some miracle. I also hoped that the cat I had left at home would make it through the smoke and somehow be okay when we came back after everything was done.