Last friday's dream. Last Friday - the thirteenth.
I didn't get the chance to blog about it straight away because I was too busy, with work and assessments and catching up on sleep and going to stripclubs with Iris - but that's a completely different post.
Anyway, back to my dream...
It started at q1...
I was with Carlo.
My cousin from Philippines and in my dream, we were staying at the top level of q1.
Let me give a brief description of q1. It's the tallest residential tower in the world and it has a mad view of the pacific ocean.
We were partying and getting drunk - what we used to do when I was holidaying over in Manila when I looked out the window to check out the view of the ocean.
I thought I was going to see waves crashing and a peaceful blanket of blue water but what I saw was something like this;
Only FIVE of them. All at once and it was heading straight to the shores of Surfers Paradise - where q1 is located.
I stopped drinking and pointed it out to Carlo. We both just stood there in awe and fear. We didn't know what to do.
And then all of a sudden there was a lightning. It followed the path where the whirlwinds were going.
I watched as the lightning merged with the whirlwind causing an earthquake in the ocean.
The next thing happened all of a sudden, since we were at the top floor of q1, I thought we weren't going to be affected by it but I was wrong.
I kid you not, it was like a major tsunami. Way taller than q1 and it caused q1 to crash. I remember holding hands with Carlo just waiting for the massive wave to hit the window and when it did, we had to swim back up to the surface leaving q1 in ruins.
I thought we were going to die because of the impact of the water but we managed to swim back up to the surface and just went with the flow of the water. We had to dodge here and there so we don't get hit by debris floating around with us.
After everything had calmed down, everything seemed to be floating. The only thing that was keeping us afloat was a big concrete that - for some reason, was floating with us. We hung onto the concrete for dear life. We looked around to see if there were any survivors- there were none.
Everything was quiet. There weren't any crying sounds - no people yelling, no one screaming out for help. Nothing. No birds, even.
It was like as if, the world had ended and it was just me and him that had survived.
Needless to say, I was crying when I woke up. I wanted to go back to sleep to see what happened - hoping that I would see another living thing aside from my cousin.
Most importantly, I wanted to see if I would be able to see my mum again in my dream - alive and although terrified, safe.
It me realise how much I need mum in my life. Even in dreams, the first thing I think about is my mum. Wether she survived the tsunami or not.
How's that for a dream?
It makes me not want to sleep.
That probably explains why I insist on staying up late - as late as 5:15am because I just refuse to close my eyes.
I soooo hate nightmares.
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