the dream that ended the travels of 2 weeks

Apr 04, 2004 17:48

I flew to the Island of Molokai.. where a Polynesian woman came to greet me out of an immense complex of wooden houses with roofs made of thatch.
It was like a giant hotel built in traditional style. She invited me to stay and work with her in their community. I smiled and said I would consider it.

Then I went swimming in the ocean where the waves were quite choppy. Despite this there were many people who were swimming with me. An alarm whistle blew and everyone went running for cover. We all ran together into the village, up ladders and down into a metal room to seek cover from a tidal wave.

The wave crashed and lifted the building apart. There was a car parked inside of the metal room and we rode- floating on the shell of it until we reached a city where there were fireworks exploding. One of the other survivors said that the Navy was celebrating the destruction of the village. Our boat was swept on land and we walked off unharmed into the city.
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