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I wake up and look out of my bedroom window.
I have a clear view of Sumner (a town) and all the houses and streets from my house on top of the hill. It is a sunny blue day but below me, the houses are covered by little clouds and look strange…distorted even. I look up and in the distance, on the sea, there is a huge black cloud that looks like a wave crashing towards the hill. I turn to a boy that is randomly next to me… Not sure who it is…But I turn to him and comment on how the houses look like they are covered by the sea, and I talked about how I wished that they were and that I wished to be able to fly over the sea, skimming across it. And then he pointed out that it actually does look like the houses are covered by the sea, so I turn back and see a little wave break on top of the houses. I stare at it, and the approaching wave-shaped cloud in shock. All that’s going through my mind is “This can’t be happening…this isn’t real…I must be having a delusion…”
I actually thought this was a delusion…So I decided to play along; just in case. I realized that the cloud was actually a huge tsunami about to reach Sumner, so I quickly went to find shelter (the boy had gone somewhere) and I hid in the heat cylinder cupboard, deciding it was safe. And then I realized that the corner of the house was probably safer – the whole “triangles are the strongest shapes in the world” theory – so I decided to go hide out in my grandma’s clothes wardrobe that was as tiny as the cylinder cupboard. I quickly went, and the whole time I had a niggling thought that Lucy and all my friends down in Sumner must be dead. But I had no time to mourn – I would do that when I came through this alive – I had realized by now that this was all too real to be a delusion. But it still felt dream-like – Like in a car crash.
So I hid in the cupboard, closing the door and huddling in the corner. I then decided to grab some of her thick jackets and clothes to protect my head and body from any falling debris, so I grabbed some nearby and wrapped myself in them. One was a thick red jumper that I wrapped around my legs and lower torso, and a jacket to protect my torso, and a random jacket to protect my head. I held the jacket on my head when I felt the wave hit.
A huge rumbling sound and suddenly the house was loose, rolling around and tumbling. At first I thought the wave would pass through, only leaving structural damage – until I realized that the house kept tumbling and rolling for a long time – thus meaning only one thing: The house was being carried by the wave.
I felt true terror for the first time, wondering how I was to survive if the house was buried in its waves. I didn’t know how I could breathe – maybe the wardrobe was stronger than I thought as it was holding up – but I was getting wet. I blacked out or lost consciousness.
When I woke up, the wave had deposited my house along with many other ones on some sort of bank (which was actually a hill that was higher than the wave – on the hill was a industrial truck company that had lots of those metal colored block things you see on huge exporting ships ) and I scrambled up the bank, along with about a hundred of others (although it felt like fifty or less) people, before the wave sucked me back in. But there was a man before me, shaking the dirt loose with his feet, so it made the process difficult.
I kept thinking how bad I felt for those people who got sucked back in by the giant wave – they were surely dead by now.
Once or twice I nearly lost my grip, and once the vine I grabbed for broke, until I reached up to its roots and managed to pull myself up onto solid ground. I felt huge relief. I was cut, bloody, bruised – but I didn’t feel pain.
And I was alive – and that made me feel the best feeling of all. Relief and gratefulness. I started to help others who were struggling and time passed as we waited for rescue. There was nothing but sea before us. Dirty, debris and body covered sea.
Time passed…it was blurry so I couldn’t remember. I think I had passed out or was in shock, because I didn’t know where that lost time went. When I next came to my senses, someone had a tiny portable television and was watching out for some sort of news. He turned to “What Now” (a morning kid's TV show meaning that it was Sunday morning before 10am) and they were happily hosting games for people and yelling at each other excitedly. Until the woman host, Serena, gets a buzz from another host who was in another part of town, corresponding, and he excitedly tells her that there has been a cyclone near Christchurch, and that it had created a tsunami wave (when he said “cyclone” I kept thinking ‘It wasn’t a cyclone, it was a tsunami’ with quite some confusion, until I realized that cyclones could cause tsunamis as well) and that it was moving ‘eastwards’ (although this is geographically incorrect – if the cyclone happened next to Christchurch, it means that the wave would be moving ‘westwards’, but then again since when were dreams geographically correct? The fact that the cyclone served as an explanation for the tsunami was freakishly accurate enough) and that it had covered some parts of Christchurch in water.
I was wondering how the hell the “What Now” studio had survived – seeing that it was located in Christchurch. But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that rescuers were fully aware of the situation and they were on their way.
People were getting ready to go, trying to gather some belonging that were bobbing around on the edge of the hill, and a young man was telling me to get ready. But I shook my head and told him that I wanted to see if there were anymore people trapped in that debris of houses against the hill.
So I told him to grab hold of the edge of a purple rope that I found and I wrapped it around my hand (although it was much too short for me to go out too far) and I jumped into the sea. I searched and found a hand that was waving uselessly in some debris, so I grabbed hold of that hand and the hand clung on tightly. I pulled a dark red haired man free and pulled him up to the shore.
He was alive and managed to run up to solid ground, relieved. I jumped back in and searched, but it seems that the man was the last survivor. The rope was annoying too most of the time, so I unwrapped it and held just the tip in my hand dangerously.
There was a row of bodies in the sea, pinned down by wood, and it looked like a graveyard. There was a family dog among those bodies and I could imagine a father and his two kids – a girl and a boy around the age of eight or so – visiting the dog’s dead body and crying and putting flowers on his fresh grave.
I ignored this sad scene and I reached the surface, trudging back to shore.
The rescue helicopter came and the people surged forwards. All I could think the whole time was “I survived! I am a survivor!”



The father and his children that I mentioned earlier have another subplot within my tsunami dream. His wife had died in the tsunami and they are currently being sheltered by the rescuers. But since it was overcrowded, the father takes his children to an abandoned house that is nearby. It only had only one can of baked beans left, and so he heats up the can of baked beans in a small fire he created (the whole time he has a niggling feeling that this was the last food they would have for a long time) and they have a warm time together, eating the hot food and trying to cheer each other up. However, the whole time, the father has a great sadness that lurks in his heart – but he puts on a brave face for his children. He puts them to bed and he sits by the small dying fire, smoking and silently crying.





Anyway, this is just a random thing I wanted to post up. I don't know why. I don't even know what it means. But it felt so real, that for a while I thought it was premonition. Stupid dreams.
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Posted 11/22/08
wows! ur dream iz soo vivid!!^-^ awws..i felt bad 4 da daddy of those children...nd he was crying without letting his children see him TT^TT nd dat was nice da way u went out into da sea 2 help ppl X3 yays! u survived!! ^o^
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Posted 11/30/08
this is really good, so vividdd, I really can't believe you can actually remember all the details
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Posted 2/15/09
lol i kno rite when i have a dream i usually forget it liek 5 min after i wake up
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Posted 5/21/09
lol yeah. i have billions of other dreams like this. most of the times they turn into stories or scripts. hahah
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