Flood

Monday, May 6th

I find myself with family, spending time outdoors. A storm rolls in. My mom and I take shelter in an old cabin. Suddenly, we are in  a torrential down pour, one like I've never seen before. We can barely see through the rain. Even though we are inside this old structure for protection, it is falling apart around us. Rivers of water begin forming and rushing with so much force. They rush around us on all sides. We are on the second floor of this old, wooden cabin and everything is collapsing around us. I hold on to my mother for dear life as she is swept under the water and fighting to keep above the currents. I do my best to keep us afloat, but it is so difficult with the rain pouring so hard, the building crumbling around us and the flood waters raging past us. The struggle is short though, as the rain soon begins to subside. From there, I find myself wandering back down out of the building and into the landscape that was surrounding us. There is a place where the open spaces become a thick forest. I look to the ground and see the many newly flowing streams in the Earth, now gently flowing with freshly fallen rain. The forest opens up before me and suddenly, the once lifeless trees are now budding and blooming with life, lush and green, drenched in rain and sunbeams. The entire dream is in black and white until I look into the forest.