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circusislife · 1 year

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What follows is the telling if a dream I had last night about a flood. ( Feel free to ignore this thingaming).

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I lived in a Little village, nestled between mountains, surrounded by green forests, wild fields and clear streams of water.

Life was peaceful. Children playing in the park, bykers zooming about, friends hanging out and doing nothing but happily existing together.

I remember waking up in my room to the Sun entering the window and striking my eyes.

I Remember waking up from a dream.

A very vivid dream.

A Dream of destruction.

Water was everywhere, dragging homes and people alike in its flow, as if they were nothing but leaves and dust.

I remember looking at the destruction from the safety of distance, Miles away, tears in my eyes making It hard to see the Valley that used to be my birth place, alone and Lost, with no One besides me.

Nothing of my life left.

For the rest of the day, I cannot rid myself of the memory.

I jump at every sound and cannot stop thinking about the ancient tales of prophetic Dreams. Of the oracles, of Delfi, of Cassandra...

My sister notices my distress, so She takes me aside asks what's wrong.

I tell her of the dream. Of huge waves crashing down on the town. Of tempest like winds blowing strong enough to force people to hold onto something least they be swept away. Of lives drifting like leaves on a stream.

*** I try and play It off as having read too much or watched one documentay too many. Joke about how It would fit One of the stories I love. A dream about an impending calamity, only it's actually a warning and the people don't listen and the main character Is the only survivor because ✨ plot armor✨ but they are left alone in the world so what even Is the point of living then- ***

She stops me.

worry Is clear in my sister's eyes. Brows furrowed. Teeths biting lips.

She isn't laughing.

There Is not an ounce of humor in her disposition. Nor even the vaguest shadow of disbelief.

Almost as if She believed my Nightmare induced anxiety to be something more than paranoy.

I tell her that it's stupid. We are hundreds of miles away from the Sea and there are no dams in our valley.

The Nightmare Is too much like what happened at the Vajont dam; I was probably Just thinking about that old documentary about the tragedy before falling asleep. Nothing to worry about!

My words do nothing to calm her distress, but She does seem to drop the subject for the day.

I don't tell about the dream to anyone else.

Not my parents.

Not my neigbours.

Not my teachers.

Not my friends.

Not.

A single.

Soul.

The day moves on.

I manage to chase most of my fears out of my mind, but I start packing an emergency bag with all my savings, some clothes, my favorite knitting needles, a few of the family pictures, great-grandmother's old scarf (It still smells like mom, despite having been put in the closet ever since my mother started using the one I'd made her).

I also restock the emergency bags we keep in case of earthquakes. They'd never been used, but I Just feel the need to add a new pair of shoes, some proteins bars, slip in a few water bottles because why not?, stash in there the shock blanckets dad keeps giving my sister and I like an overgrown cat bringing random gifts to the humans It has adopted.

I don't question it.

I Just do it. And revell in the slight felief my doom's day preparations bring me.

The horror of the Nightmare Is nothing more than a slight unrest in the back of my mind by the time dinner comes about.

It Is then that my sister makes a suggestion to our parents.

Why not have a small trip?

Mom's Always about visiting this medieval castle, or that Museum about ancient civilisations. And dad's Always been a fan of nature and hiking.

We could invite kit and kins and have a fun time with all our friends!

I find myself both relieved and astonished at how easily my parents agree.

They immediately start contacting everyone, and soon about four families we're Friends with have joined the plan.

We're leaving friday afternon. Right After schools lets out so the younger children don't miss anything.

We'll bring our cars for the luggage, but Will be sleeping in the camper vans a few of the families own.

I don't ask questions.

In the days before the departure I try to convince more of my friends to join.

Some do. Others do not.

Come friday I load the earthquakes bags and the one I had packed in a panick the day of the Nightmare alongside the regular luggage for the trip.

My sister sees me.

She doesn't Say anything thought.

She Just looks at me.

Then she silently adds an extra bag of her own and goes back to chattig with the rest of the young part of out troup.

We leave.

I can feel a sense of dread rising inside me, but I cannot find any reason for it, so I Just try to ignore it.

I focus on the strings I'm weaving to pass the time.

I don't know yet what I'm doing.

Maybe another slingshot?

A belt?

A tiny purse?

A headband?

Maybe I'm Just trying out a new tecnique and am going to make and unmake the knots multiple times.

whatever I might be making thought, I have pulled at the stringa too hard.

I have to start again.

some time into the car ride we make a pitstop.

We are far away already, but can still see hour hometown a few mountains over.

The sight Is breathtaking.

There they are, our tiny homes. No bigger than an ant from this far away.

They seat peacefully in between forest and fields, creeks and paths.

Nestled between mountains like a cat surrounded by pillows.

Our homes.

Then something changes.

At first it's barely noticable, but the more we look, the easier It Is to see.

It's a wave.

Dark with dirt and murky from the rush.

It's going straight for the village.

The wave.

Just like in my Nightmare.

It's not as enormous as I had seen.

It couldn't be taller than the highest of the forest's trees. Nothing compared to the Mountain swallowing monstrosity I remembered.

But It was there.

Everyone Is frozen. We cannot look away.

We stare in shock as water sweeps over all that was our Daily life.

The parks where children play.

The tracks for cycling.

The favorite places for friends to hang out.

Every.

Single.

Thing.

Nothing Is spared.

***I can feel the panick rising.

It was Just like the Nightmare. I've Lost Everything. There Is nothing left in this world of what was my life. Just water and mud and death and-***

My sister comes at me from behind and puts a hand on my shoulder.

I turn around and hug her and cling go her gor dear life.

I am crying as I mutter barely understandable "thank you"s in her ear.

I Remember thinking that She had saved us all.

Saved me.

I might have Lost much, but while in the Nightmare I was alone in the world, in reality I still had some friends, some mementos, my family, my parents, my sister.

And despite the tragedy all I could feel was the purest of relief.

Soon after, I come back to the real world, with an odd dream and not knowing if what I feel Is elation or grief for a Place that never was.

I wondered if this dream would Just fade and disaplear like hundreds before It.

I decided I shouldn't allow it.

So here It is, the dream I had tonight. There are a few tweaks here and there to fill in blanks and have It make a bit more sense, but this Is it.

if you've actually reached the end, then I commend your ability to read through my random rant and Wish for you to have someone to trust with your darkest fears with the knowledge of being taken seriously and certainty that the secret Will be kept.

#random #rambling #circus writes #... apparently #This Is actually Just a weird dream #But It hit different and don't want to forget It #If It wispers you words feel free to use It as inspiration #I don't mind #should probably add #tw:flood #tw: panic attack #I'm not really sure because I've never had one #but It might be similar enough and don't want to risk It #skip the text between the ***#don't mind me #Just babbling about a weird dream #:)

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