Another Dream
I had been on several excursions throughout South America, and before returning home, I thought I'd visit the islands in Maine. I was on Vinalhaven because it seems like everyone has been there. About half way through my vacation there, I hear a weather report that there is a violent storm, which they called another Katrina moving its way up the coast. The weather maps displayed an intimidating spiral of orange and red with a spinning velocity that filled me with fear. All of my friends and family left me, and there wasn't enough room to get on the boat to leave. The only place to seek shelter was in a pine wood gazebo that overlooked the Atlantic ocean. Prior to the realization that I'd be stuck on the island, the sky was generally overcast, nothing too imminent or alarming. I became very worried. As my mother was leaving up the hill which the gazebo sat, it occurred to me that the storm surge would be 20 feet high bringing the water level just about the same height as my false sense of security. I peel my eyes away from my mother abandoning me with the sound of thunder roaring, and a wind picking up. Within seconds I grabbed the rest of the orphaned children, and tried to hide behind a tree at the back of the gazebo. Light faded, it became dark, in the back of my head I could see the radar maps of the storm approaching in lightning fast speed, coming from the equator, near Venezuela and screaming toward me until the first wave came through. My view of the ocean disappeared darkness and uncertainty was replaced with a line of ice blue tubes formed from smashing up against the rocks. The gazebo held strong, but each of us were being lacerated by the wind and ice cold water. Wave after wave kept coming through, and still the gazebo held strong. Someone pointed out that a child was down toward the front of the gazebo, and when I looked I could see her flailing and drowning. I measured the timing of each set of tubes, looking from child, to wave, from child, to wave. I made my attempt to run out and I grabbed her. She was cold and vulnerable, nothing I could do would warm her up. We were in this together, our mortality at stake. Why did her parents do this to her? Poor Natalia, I'll never let you go.