Dream 20140216 A Great Flood
Last night I had a very vivid dream. I
am working at my job only it is at the top of a mountain or on a very
high plateau. I am still working with the weather in some way. The
place I work is a very strong looking log cabin with two stories.
Me and my co-workers are working
outside under a large awning. We have our computers and desks
outside. I notice that at noon each day three posts have these
shadows that align. There doesn't appear to be any other kind of time
piece in this dream.
One of my co-workers suddenly asks
about a prophecy of destruction set for this day that is supposed to
happen right at noon. He is saying, “I guess there isn't going to
be any sort of destruction today.”
I point out that it isn't noon yet and
look at the alignment of the post shadows and estimate it is about 15
minutes before noon.
We all stop work and start looking at
the horizon. What had been a sunny day becomes dark. Suddenly there
is a thunderous sound and we see a great flood taking place off in
the distance. I look at my boss, “Should we go inside and get to
the second floor?” I ask in a panic. But nobody says anything and
we just watch because there isn't much higher ground to seek.
I resign myself to watching with my
co-workers. I wonder about my mother and family and friends. Were
they in the flood? Are they still alive?
As we are watching the disaster, other
people who I think of as a religious cult start to appear to my left.
Some are holding placards, I notice one woman who's placard seems to
be a speech she is now giving but I cannot hear her. The wind kicks
up, the water stops but the wind carries a few drops that hit my nose
and face. I give out a cry as I wake up.
When I wake up, I realize I am parched
and realize it may be a way of my body asking for water. I drink a
half-liter of bottled water before I go to bed and feel somewhat
better. But still, the dream was so vivid and seemed very much like
imminent death when I dreamed it. That I am working at a very high
point seems more luck than planning.
I find presence of the end-times
cultists very disturbing both in the dream but especially when I wake
up. I cannot help but to think of the cannibal cult that springs up
in Larry Niven's and Jerry Pournelle's Lucifer's Hammer after a
portion of a comet strikes the earth.
