Dream...
Current mood: curious
I just woke up.. not to groggy.. should be getting ready for class. But I gotta get this out. Last night I had a dream, I dream alot, but this one is definately one of those God inspired, some sort of message.
In my dream, I was on a beachy island place. Then, a few people, including my family and I got on a boat and set out to sail. We wanted to go whale watching or something. I looked out behind the boat and there was a storm brewing over the island. Suddenly, I noticed that the bow of the ship was dipping dangerously towards the water and began to sink into the depths. Immediately I began to tell everyone that the boat was sinking. People began to jump off but it was too late, the boat was already half way submerged. Mom wasn't on board anymore, somehow she was back on the island, almost instantaneously. It was just Dad, Sam, a couple other folks, and me. We were in the water and some of the boat still bouyed up out of the dark blue water. Usually I'm terrorfied of the ocean, because there are sharks and jellyfish and things like that. But I was doing alright under the circumstance, I was going to have to swim back to shore. But before we could all head out towards the island, Dad began to warn about the undertow and suckage of the sinking boat. Just as he said this, the boat slipped into the ocean and began to drag us all down. Dad went down, Sam went down, and another woman went down. I had taken a rather large breath and floated on the surface, like a bobber. I freaked out because looking down, I could no longer see Sam! Dad had popped back up, took a breath, and then dived down to save the woman. I in turn, took another deep breath and dived down to find Sam. Despite the darkness, light shown into the water and I found Sam sitting on the bottom which surprisingly wasn't too far down, though the boat was no where to be seen. I grabbed him up, Dad grabbed the woman, and we began swimming back to the shore. I remember holding him as I swam, kicking as hard as I could, pushing with all my might. The fear of the ocean swept over me and I worked harder and harder to get my brother safely, and myself, out. And we made it. We made it back to the shore, all of us, and we were all o.k.
Current mood: curious
I just woke up.. not to groggy.. should be getting ready for class. But I gotta get this out. Last night I had a dream, I dream alot, but this one is definately one of those God inspired, some sort of message.
In my dream, I was on a beachy island place. Then, a few people, including my family and I got on a boat and set out to sail. We wanted to go whale watching or something. I looked out behind the boat and there was a storm brewing over the island. Suddenly, I noticed that the bow of the ship was dipping dangerously towards the water and began to sink into the depths. Immediately I began to tell everyone that the boat was sinking. People began to jump off but it was too late, the boat was already half way submerged. Mom wasn't on board anymore, somehow she was back on the island, almost instantaneously. It was just Dad, Sam, a couple other folks, and me. We were in the water and some of the boat still bouyed up out of the dark blue water. Usually I'm terrorfied of the ocean, because there are sharks and jellyfish and things like that. But I was doing alright under the circumstance, I was going to have to swim back to shore. But before we could all head out towards the island, Dad began to warn about the undertow and suckage of the sinking boat. Just as he said this, the boat slipped into the ocean and began to drag us all down. Dad went down, Sam went down, and another woman went down. I had taken a rather large breath and floated on the surface, like a bobber. I freaked out because looking down, I could no longer see Sam! Dad had popped back up, took a breath, and then dived down to save the woman. I in turn, took another deep breath and dived down to find Sam. Despite the darkness, light shown into the water and I found Sam sitting on the bottom which surprisingly wasn't too far down, though the boat was no where to be seen. I grabbed him up, Dad grabbed the woman, and we began swimming back to the shore. I remember holding him as I swam, kicking as hard as I could, pushing with all my might. The fear of the ocean swept over me and I worked harder and harder to get my brother safely, and myself, out. And we made it. We made it back to the shore, all of us, and we were all o.k.
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