I had a strange dream last night. The image was really vivd and stayed with me. Although weird (as you'll see) it was pretty straightforward. Actually, the only part of the dream I remember is that I'm on this jet-ski skimming across the ocean. I think someone else is on the jet-ski with me. I know that we're headed for Cuba (from Florida) and there's a long way to yet to go, but for some reason it's important to get there.
Suddenly a mushroom cloud starts rising in front of us. Obviously Cuba has just been nuked. What was striking was just how huge this thing was. And it rose in layers, like one huge "mushroom" with another "pretty flippin' big" mushroom above it. It's just taking up the entire sky.
I remember not feeling any immediate concern for my own safety. Supposedly it's far-enough away from us that we're not about to be consumed by any rushing wall of fire. (Although I wonder if that sort of thing would set off a deadly tidal wave. That just occurred to me know.) What did strike me was this horrible feeling of doom in the pit of my stomach. I guess anyone would feel gloom when confronted with an obviosly-nuclear mushroom cloud.
The stranger thing is: that's the pattern of many of my dreams, or at least the ones I remember: they often embody a feeling of doom, often an "apocalyptic" situation like some humanity-destroying plague or war or something. It makes me wonder a little bit about what that says about me, my "inner psyche", etc.
I try not to think about that too much. The nasty thing about dreams, you really don't have much control over what you're going to get.
Posted by Murray Todd Williams at October 13, 2004 08:30 PM