Wednesday, 19 February 2020
An honest dream of terrorism
On the 2nd February 2020 I dreamt from 4am to 9am We were in Rome. The sights were maxing. We danced and we sang. We wanted go spend our lives there. We could see prosperity and joy. We would be happy money or not. But the people they turned. We were then on a beach. In a hotel. And the English were making fun of the Australians which was only our one big family. We got out tell them they were sick heads and to shove it. They did not understand. They are poms, what did you expect? We were then on holiday crossing from dimension to dimension through a crater in the ground with a fountain. You could jump in and be in love. The whole city you ventured you were always in water and love. Friends forever. They cheered us in as we were chosen to dance. We were fantastic. I ran off with my gluten free bread in my hand to feed a creature. A foreign creature I cannot recall. Then there was a crow. It beconed to me. I went to climb the fence and leave when it Calle. For me not to leave. So I resisted and my new tights a was wearing split at the crutch. I was devostated as they were expensive. My sister was se I stayed for me. We were in Rome. In love. And made our way to the cinema. Young and escaping our family for new fellows. Her I sat next too, though he did not want me to she moved rows down to call me to her. There was two seats in front of us - leadin to the isle; though there were bags on them and people in the two seats beside she kept kicking, putting her feet up there - even when the person next would push her down. I apologised. Calmed him down. He said a prayer . He was foreign- between Chinese and Japanese. Tourist. Forgiving. I was hiding and a girl went to the isle as if she was the explode and she voided. She voided and with embarrassment ran away. I went to run after her, she was my friend. But first I helped the staff member clean the urine. Well at least cover it in towels. We were on a cruise ship then. And I said to the staff member - this is the worse thing that could have happened to a girl her age and she said biggest news to be heard in summer camp. Or something along those lines. I replied hence while in Australia we don’t have those camps. “Fuck that” I said. I found her changed my the toilets, I hugged her embarrassment into normality. When a boy made fun of her and I punched him in the groin as a metaphor for what he was mocking. (Urine/genitals). Somehow there was another crossover from the ship to - I cannot recall as my dream is fading by 18 minutes. The last section was between a target store on the ship. Things we wanted to browse but had no time. There were no diaries in the style I wanted left and it took me cereal returns to the store before I found summer/autumn maternity wear. Winter gear on clearance was all I could find. There was a bomb. First her face was split open. And I told her time and fine again as had in the past for another wound she needs to close it or it will open more, never heal and scar Terribly. The incision was her face. She looked as if her face had burst through a vagina. She did not care. Oblivious to my pleas. Therefore I disregarded what would be her misfortune. I walked through her house. As I have done in the past life. And the kitchen was pure white stone. I felt the silk beneath my left hand as it glides across the counter. I was in ore. But what had me stunned was the crystal dish rack. What if it fell to the floor I thought? Yet it was flawless. Shiny and stunning and I wanted to be. I followed her and her brother for a valentines surprise to her and her husbands room. They went through a sliding bracket wooden door and I heard and felt their voices darken to fidelity. I then thought it was her and her husband I had mistaken. I closed the main door and walked into the lounge where I found the brother, the husband and her children. Who was she talking to? There was no one else here. Where was Samuel? I can’t see his face in my mind though he bears my heart. Next and final scene. In the cruise ship. We were in Japan and this went on for a long time. I was always being chased and I and a 7 month old child were thrown from a viechle of the sleeping mother, who then caught the baby avoiding the shooter aiming at her looting her car. It was a good ending. The child would live but I believe she grew to be Aylie who was my sister in the ship. A mere 7 years old, bold with her spirit and a stump as her left arm. We were back as our family and the ship was coming to a title wave. We just wanted to come back to Australia. But there was NASA shuttle mishaps, firing in the night and crashing where no one could see. Destroying underground car parks time and time again. There was nothing left but the crater supported by one beam the a wall. It as going to collapse on us. I yelled and we ran. Why were they so interested and besotted in these failing shuttle and space station voyages unknown to the public. Perhaps they have more land than I had imagined. I urged my brother and father in as they kept following the crashes and sparks in the sky. I too at this point was intrigued. Until it turned into a train and was soaring through the train tracks. Track to track. Turning into the wrong track as the mechanism failed. Only to collide with another train. Eventually on the 5th train passengers caught in and jumped for their lives. Back in the ship made of steel and cement. We were going to drown. The waves flooded in as the title wave went over us. “ stay away from the corner of the staircases” where we were, for that is where currents were strongest and was suppressing those to the bottom of the ship and drowning them. We clung to the metal railing. We after wave, water rushing. We could see the sky and our hopes turned to rejoice. But not for long. We tried to climb higher escaping the growing water. The screams -and pain of others I could feel. I felt judged. The higher the water rose the quicker we climbed and harder we clinched to the rails. The wind was blowing and the ship was to be consumed to the right side. The captain steered us through the river sharp corner after sharp corner. We did not know where to hide. We were all lost and shambled from one another. I had Aylie. She was my protector. No one would believe the next title wave was coming. And they relaxed. Yet they would let no one sit near the emergence y windows or escapes assuming they were easily opened by the waved. Used for fire escapes not drowning. We forced our way up the three of us. Our foreign friend whom we loved with us. We had no where but the middle seats to sit with nothing to hang onto with the hits of waves and fooods of water going through us. Our friend suggested we sit on the floor. These seats were only free as the children in fronts seats were al paid for by their parents so they could put their chairs tilted. Very thoughtful. So we sat in the fooor using the seat belts to tie us to the bars supporting the seats. I checked Aylie. Her spirit thriving with courage and strength. She was fastened in. We survived the waves and flood but the anguish was to continue before freedom. The boat half destroyed would no release the lifeboats as people refused to leave their luggage and then anything was free for all because the staff could no longer cope. I did not even think of our belonging. But Aiyla. She had seen a yellow elephant figure made from stone and idoled it. She begged as a child, she appeared to me as a three year old for the innocence of terrorism and despairs I reached for the elephant and gave it to her. She was so happy. Though I never saw that elephant again. At the bars for the third wave I cried for her, she would not come to me. I let go and searched for her. She was then 10 years old. I screamed. Embarrassingly she found me, I anchored her through my arms and body having her cling to the rail with one hand. Her other a stump . She was scared and I promised her I would always protect her. We survived the wave. But I was in another area. There was a mass shooting at the top of the ship as we had docked to be released at last to freedom. There was terrorism. There was mass shootings of those trying to cross to the place where you are welcomed by your country. ? (H) boarder patrol? The shooters were coming closer moving down the isles of steps. I went to the bottom to be told that’s where they want you for that is where the bomb is to explode. As had it been planned in the explosion supposedly in an Australian liner. So I climbed to the top alone. I could only think of myself. But at a time I was hanging from bars with my parents. My mother paints in brown wretched paper with silk and gold pain bu hand. Creating beautiful portraits. They distracted us all. My father and I admired her. And then I was close behind cement for the shootings and people were consumed by grief of their imminent death raise the hands to be shot off. Raise their noses to be skinned by bullets. They felt no pain other than grief. I was leaded a red I continued. Towards the top on the second landing sloping down. This would never work I thought, we were surely to die. They were coming to shoot closer and slowly I retreated down the cement slope. And then the lights went off. The bullets fired but we ran for our lives. Our eyes felt like they were sewn shut as we bolted across the landing. I was in tears. We were free. I was distraught. And jumped across the barriers to the first person I knew to embarrass me with love. I was safe and cared for but could not look anyone in the eyes. I soon learnt I was to be alone as my family and Aylie had escaped to a train only to collide with a train in front as a premonition it felt. Though they jumped too late and there was a bomb on that trained. As the trains collided tough my family had jumped. The only place to jump was down a hill with great rocks. I soon found them. They were dead. But they had lived this long! They had survived so much! But they were scorched by the flames and heat of the explosion as they had jumped. They were wad before they hit the ground. They had waited until the last minute. Move while you can still move. Do not hesitate. But they had and this was the result. I found Aylie. She had shrunk from the burns and her eyes burnt open. I stared finally into eyes. Her eyes. As I shut mine. What had this accomplished? Why did this happen? Terrorism. Natural disasters. This was to be the second coming. This was going to be the end. The gentle and spirited taken first. I was left. I was evil and left to be judged. Yet I was already in hell. The shooting began again as we moved down the rocky hill jumping from train line to train line out of site of the shootings. We stopped hoping to be alas free. There was an older woman with her daughter. She wore a purple cape hiding her face as she turned. She was beautiful. I wanted to comment but i thought I’d better not. We tried to climb the next hill but the Japanese has a pathway. They had viewpoints all through the cliffs surrounding us and underground with secret doors of protection from terrorism. We went to enter but a we turned around to look back we saw train after train collide and fall tram by tram down the distant hills. We we shaken. But we did not feel guilt. We did not feel anything. We were numb. We had lost everything but our lives as we entered the hidden cave by the string protecting door, hidden by shrubs and greenery I did not mention. And alas that was then the end as we entered again into darkness; again into the unknown.