The Epic Dream Archive of One Andernina

January 12, 2012

By far the most realistically convincing dream I have ever had. I woke up crying and shaking it was just so…

It started out completely normal for my dreams where my friend and her family was there to visit, and I wanted to travel with them since we were headed back to our hometown. Aside from my family in their own vehicles, I squished into a plain white business van with my friend and her family, but it only seated 5 (2 front, 3 immediate back seats and one large trunk.) They dropped me off at home in my driveway after a ride of fun and jokes, and then they left since they lived out of state.

To get an idea of the size of my driveway, it tightly parks about 4 cars wide, about 7-8 total in a bit of a \| triangle shape since it’s along a driveway. That may be completely pointless for reference, but anywho…

Left standing in the driveway, my family pulled in with their vehicles into the garage with the exception of my dad’s truck on the far long side of the driveway where we proceeded to unpack from our trip. After getting a few things in, my uncle who lives nearby walks over and starts talking to my dad about something, when suddenly, an airplane to the southwest is pointed out.

I stood in the middle of the driveway, my dad about 10 feet away from me at my 1 o’ clock. Sure enough, off to the southwest was a large plane flying over and it dropped something. Falling with no particular pattern as an aimed missile would, was a missile shaped gray metal mass. I watched in horror as he continued to fall to the ground, and everything clicked in.

It was a bomb.

I didn’t want to believe it, but of course my imagination got away with me. It fumbled about and I looked around at my family that stood and watched it curiously, and I wondered how powerful it was. If it was as powerful as I imagined, we would no doubt be dead. 

The bomb fell behind the tall tree cover of the distance, and I sharply inhaled as I waited to see if my suspicions would be confirmed. Like the historical documentaries and the Hollywood movies I’d seen, there was a far off booming noise. The trees in the distance were either moved forcefully or completely thrown from the ground. The soft wind started first, and looking down the alleyway we stood beside, a yellow haze of powerful nuclear wind came like a wave toward us.

Certain I would die, I could hardly muster out an “I love you,” at my younger brother’s face before the force of the blast hit. I watched as my brother and father were thrown over my head behind me, and I blocked it off with my arms as the debris in the air came at me and I was lifted from my feet.

My body slammed against the corner of the garage and I toppled beside it onto the rocky ground. The tears began pouring from my eyes as the fears I’ve had began to resurface. I was afraid to die. Though I believed in God, I was merely spiritual in that sense, and had no idea if heaven or God was truly going to be there. If it was, how would I know? I feared for the lack of “mental” consciousness to experience it and that my corpse would be left as a husk stuck in a black void forever while my soul fleeted about the heavens carefree. I feared never seeing my parents again and my brother and the rest of my family. I loved them so much, I couldn’t dare part with them, even for the afterlife. I was told by a more spiritual friend that God would erase our minds concerning our relations with others on earth so that we could no recognize anyone in heaven or wish to be with those we left behind on earth. I feared all of that, and wondered why I had never learned to love properly before I was taken, because that’s all I wanted. I didn’t wish for money in life, because from watching everyone around me, love was clearly the only thing being concerned about. I was afraid of leaving all of that behind and facing the fact that I was going to die.

And then, in the back of my mind, I remembered my best, closest friend telling me about an instance where lightning had struck her plane and the plane had nose dived for a few seconds. She said how she was scared and her life had literally flashed before her eyes. I awaited it, and it came.

Around me, the wind thrashed about but since I was against a building completely sore, I couldn’t move. The soreness eventually faded away and I grew warm and peaceful, yearning for sleep. I cried, both with tears and with my voice, pleading that I didn’t want to die. In response, behind my eyelids, a bright, golden light appeared and flashes of my life experiences flashed before me like a dramatic slideshow on a screen. A young me played with her Barbies. She played with her cousins. She played video games with her dad. She had her first “boyfriend.” And then flashes of faces of both my closest friends and family appeared before me, smiling and beaming down at me.

It calmed me, and I felt that although I was afraid to die, I was going to regardless of when I wished for it, and I accepted that, squeezing my eyes tight and waited for God to greet me while my suspicions became confirmed.

Then everything went black.

I opened my eyes to look up at my bedroom ceiling, the cute stuffed snowman looking down at me. I sat up as everything around me looked completely in tact despite being but miles away from a bomb…. and on the second floor.

I rushed downstairs, but we had no power. It was a hot summer day outside and my uncle was mowing his lawn. My mom was in the front yard talking to a large elderly man with glasses and balding grey hair. In the kitchen, by brother sat at the table and tied his shoes. In the back yard, was no one. It was as if my father and grandparents and everyone else was completely gone, yet everything seemed perfectly normal and structured. 

I turned to my brother and asked where everyone was. He replied, telling me our grandparents were shopping and our dad was at work. I gave him a weird look and asked if everything had been a dream.

“What are you talking about?” He asked me.

“The bomb.”

“Oh, the bomb! Yeah, that really happened.” He replied.

I turned and collapsed on the couch, crying, glad that I had made it. And then, I awoke from the dream.