good evening, cousin! finally got around to responding properly phew
i’ve had my fair share of miscellaneous dreams where i either was somewhere very high up or had to jump from heights. funny thing is, i don’t think i was scared most of the time. i only ever woke up from falling in a dream once and that was when i actually fell out of my bed…
i only remember two in sufficient detail. one was happening in the house my family and i were living in at the moment. i remember walking from room to room aimlessly, until at some point i noticed how unnaturally windy it was for a closed space. until i noticed a small tornado roaming around the house like it was its own.
i tried to catch it, obviously. i chased it til we were outside, at which point the wind started picking up and it was becoming harder and harder to move forward (interestingly, it was pushing instead of pulling) . i think at the end the tornado grew and connected to the clouds above? i don’t remember if it got the chance to throw me around, to be honest.
the next one i remember the best. i get reminded of it almost every time when i’m around a sea.
at the time i was consistently spending the summer months in a town pretty close to the shore of the black sea, where my extended family lived. the beach was the backdrop for the dream.
it started more or less peacefully, with me sitting there counting the seagulls or whatever, when at some point, i noticed a drawback. a very large drawback. the shoreline receded dramatically, exposing a large patch of sand that was usually submerged.
you probably already know where i’m going with this.
i did try to warn some strangers, tell them to get out if they value their life at all, but hardly anyone listened. at least until we all saw (and heard) the wave.
it almost reminds me of ex altiora, the way it got bigger than we thought it could with every second it advanced. i distinctly remember people running away to shelter, and myself standing and staring at the approaching water giant until it came close enough to swallow me whole.
when i told my mum about it recently, she said it was stupid. but she hasn’t seen the wave, nor felt that sense of futility and terror standing before such a colossal force. i knew it was going to wipe any buildings it touched clean off and drown the people beneath the rubble. i could only stand and watch and be the first that it claimed. i remember my last moments there, being swept away and tossed around by way too much water until i drowned.
i was significantly more afraid of tsunami for a few weeks after that dream. aaand that’s pretty much all the dreams i can fully remember.
