Dream

I always was told to write you dreams down shortly after you wake up so you don't forget details... but oddly two days later and this one is still as vivid as if i just woke up from my sleep....

I am not sure where i was going but i know i was leaving the town that i was living... although i don't think i was trying to escape anything, i was just trying to go somewhere else: it was the middle of the day and i was driving down a road that wound parallel to to a body of water. As i drove, the road in front of me was suddenly engulfed by water. At first i saw others scrambling to get through it, and followed their lead. I thought to myself "i can get through this i can trudge through these pools of water". However as my car submerged into the sunken path, realized that my car couldn't make it though. I knew i need to to turn around however the road behind me was just as bad as the road before me. I had to make a new path. I forged a path over what now a new bank to the building body of water. I drove through woods, forcing my way through trees and around rocks that stood in my way.

I raced up the stairs of the three floor apartment building i apparently lived in. As i entered, my roommate (who was no one i know in life) was idly staring out the window... like she knew i was going to come home at any moment. I ran to the window across the apartment from where she stood and looked out to see my neighbor standing on her second floor balcony. She was a lady in her late 50's with gray hair and dressed in a floor length dressing gown that i haven't seen on someone since the summers i spent with my grandmother. I watched as she taped up her window and as the water below her rose to her feet.

I turned to my roommate who seemed to have read my mind and threw me tape to cover the window with. As i taped the window i knocked off the cover of a small portal that was supposed to be used circulation. Suddenly water began to pour into the opening. I struggled in attempt to stop the water from coming in as i realize its too late the water is already seeping through the windows, there was no way of stopping it. I panic and think to myself "is it ever going to stop rising... please make it stop coming". Simultaneously, my roommate and i ran to the center of the room where there is another small vent in the ceiling. We basically start to claw at the hole, kicking our way through to break onto the roof. The hole becomes bigger and the light shines through.

My roommate and i were OK, we have survived the flood that seemed to wiped our town out. The water was gone and we slowly cruised through town in an old red mustang convertible. The place was ruined, the buildings were all condemned, everything was still and quit. As we drove, we came up to the baseball field were we were relieved to find a few of our other neighbors sitting together on picnic benches. We stopped the car and jumped out to greet our friends. They all seemed so gloomy over the tragedy we just endured, however I felt giddy with relief that others had made it through. I ran up to a man (again no one in my current life) and threw my arms around his neck. I pulled away so i could look him in the face and exclaimed "Mike, I am so glad you survived this too" . His face remained deadpan and i realized he hadn't even hugged back. He then looks me straight in the eye and says "We didn't survive."

My smile is wiped from my face as i take in my surroundings. It switches to a birds eye view and pans away from our group, revealing the following: We are all dead, we are all ghosts, our town is completely underwater.....
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