Last night
I dreamt of a great flood.
My brother was in a boat halfway across the river that now lapped against our front door, begging us to swim to him - to safety. My mother was already waist-deep in the muddy water and kept trying to coax me in after here. We needed to get out. The world was flooding. But I wouldn’t; there were dead things floating in the water’s current. Dead plants, dead baby sharks, dead human bodies… She berated me when I refused to go, but I wouldn’t budge. Eventually I screamed “No, Mom!,” which ended up transcending from the dream world into the real world. I screamed myself awake into my own pillow, half in tears.
Tonight, I don’t want to sleep, but I have to. I wish I could just stay awake all night with my best friend, making anklets and watching “When Harry Met Sally” over and over again like we used to.
It’s strange how nightmares control my life sometimes.
