Large water channels rushed with incredible speed towards me without actually hitting me. A river raged in a state of maleficence. A storm had shattered it’s tranquility with ominous savage winds. I realized I was standing in the middle of the river on top of a round pale white stone. Strong waves battered against this fragile foundation I relied on. With every assault the stone trembled incessantly and cracks would appear beneath my feet thus furthering my dilemma. However, I stood tall overseeing the flow the water. There was no fear in me for my safety when I was captivated with the scenery. Surely with no effort from the river I could’ve been swiftly swept away from it all but I somehow stood my ground. My fragility was of no consequence. Intense waves did no more than brush my side or completely jump my position. There was no object safe from the river’s wrath. Trees alongside the river were stripped of their roots. Severed they unknowingly followed their final fate plunging down a mysteriously calm waterfall. Holding no apparent idea of my impending doom I looked upwards at the storm. Dark clouds swirled with one another exchanging lightning and molding together for a second then separating. Breathless, the winds could not provide me with the oxygen that I needed and I crumbled to my feet. Finally being affected by the river’s rage I was thrown off balance but hung on for a second. Before I fell I noticed at how strange it was to see that the river held clear water. Then I let go.
(This was my dream just a couple of hours ago. There’s really no explanation from me. I have no clue to what I saw only that I wrote it down right after I woke up choking from underneath the blankets thrown on me. If any of you have some ideas please say so.)
(This was my dream just a couple of hours ago. There’s really no explanation from me. I have no clue to what I saw only that I wrote it down right after I woke up choking from underneath the blankets thrown on me. If any of you have some ideas please say so.)