Another dream, where I am someone else…
Me and my family,
Are waiting at the airport,
To try to catch a flight
To bring us back home.
We were on a vacation
(or did we do some work
While we were here, too?,)
On a tropical island
Surrounded by the ocean.
While we waited,
I found someone’s bag,
(was it addressed to me
When I opened it,
I knew right away
That it was not mine.
It was a catalog purchase,
Of odd items;
Two toys for a toddler,
And some silver items
For the dining room.
“Go ahead Mom,”
My son goads me,
The temptation was there,
For I loved the silver items
This person had ordered,
And even though
I did not have a toddler,
I wondered if my
Might still enjoy the toys.
But I knew that my God
Would not want me to,
So I told him no.
“Think about those
Who are waiting for these things.
How do you think they’ll feel,
When they get their order,
And find some stuff missing?”
“Aw mom! They’ll just call up
The catalog company to complain,
And then the company
Would send them replacements!”
I nod in agreement.
“But just think of all the hassle
They’ll have to go through,
To get the replacements.”
So, with others watching us,
I hand the bag
Back to the authorities,
And let them know
That it’s not mine.
I could tell that my family,
(especially my son,)
Was miffed at me
For not taking at least
some of the items.
But to me, it was just another
Form of lying,
And I valued
my clear conscience
That some of those next to us
Felt the same as my son,
And thought me stupid
For not taking the items.
But I also sensed
That there were also a few there,
Who did not judge me so harshly.
After sitting there for a while,
Watching the huge big screen T.V.
In front of us,
The program breaks,
For an important news flash.
In several places around the world,
Alien spacecrafts have appeared
Claiming to have revealed themselves
To us, ‘The human race’,
Because we had now, finally,
Proven ourselves ‘evolved’ enough
To handle their truth.
All eyes were fixed on the T.V.,
As the newscast showed video clips
Of their flying vessels,
Darting about from city to city,
And hovering over our planet.
Some even used their powerful
Pink-colored laser beams
To ‘help us out’,
with our demolishing work.
I was more disgusted by it all,
Than anything else,
For I already knew
That these ‘aliens’
Were just demons of Satan,
Come to help deceive
The whole world.
As I watched with the rest,
I felt my God tell me
To go look through
One of those fancy
that sat overlooking the ocean.
These were the ones you could
Look out of for a few coins,
To help pass the time.
When I did,
I seen one of those
Enormous alien spacecraft,
(or were there several
That simply couldn’t fit
Into the visual screen?,)
come up seemingly
from the very depths of the ocean.
The ‘flying saucer’ shaped spacecraft
Appeared to slice halfway up
through the water, vertically,
at an odd angle, before stopping.
It paused for a moment to still itself,
And then swung the part of it
That was now out of the water,
Swiftly and firmly backwards.
The resulting wall of water
Quickly grew in height
As it rushed towards me,
Blocking out my limited vision.
I ran back to my family,
And told them that there was
A tidal wave coming,
And that we needed
To get to high ground, NOW.
So enthralled were they,
Starring at that T.V.
With all its alien spacecraft
That they ignored me.
So I raised my voice and yelled at them,
Repeating my message of warning.
But still they ignored me.
I had to physically put my body
between them and the T.V.,
(thereby blocking their view,)
Before they would hear me.
At this point,
Some of the people nearby,
Began to openly question
Weather or not they should call
Airport security to remove me.
I turned to them and told them,
That we would be leaving now,
And then in a loud voice,
I told all who could listen,
That they needed to get
To higher ground immediately,
For I had seen a tidal wave,
Through one of those fancy
And it was headed our way.
As soon as I said this,
Others laughed at me.
But some, those who had
not judged me so harshly before,
Took heed of my words, and quickly left.
I could tell that my family
Also did not believe me.
But they felt forced to leave,
Cause they were with me,
And if they did not leave,
Security would be called.
So I quickly left the airport,
And my family followed me.
We got back into our rental ‘car’,
(a vehicle that could ‘hover’
Over the surface,)
And I began to drive.
My husband refused to believe me
Till he seen this wave for himself,
So in frustrated, hurt anger,
I told him “Fine!”,
And drove to the side of the island
Where I knew the wave
would first appear.
We skimmed over the surface
Of the waters, and wove in between
the tiny islands with their palm trees,
and just as we rounded the bend
to the other side, we seen
The towering wall of water
Racing towards the island and us.
I quickly turned the hovercraft
Towards land, and drove
Straight up the sheer cliff
That was in front of us,
As fast as our little hovercraft could go.
(Driving up the side of the mountain
Like this was illegal, but at that point,
I didn’t care. It was the only high place
left to go.)
The cliff was what remained
Of a long-extinct volcano.
The outer layer had worn away,
Leaving the inside plug of rock behind.
As we raced straight up the side,
The wall of water behind us
As we fell upon the leveled cliff top,
The roar of water splashed over us
Leaving us damp, but safe.
We looked around at the place
That many had spent the day
climbing up and onto, before.
Now we were the only ones there.
We looked over the country,
Seeing for the first time,
That the huge wave had caused.
Over half of the buildings were gone,
Completely wiped off their foundations.
Dead bodies hung in tree tops,
And a few still floated through the water.
In some places, the water had remained,
Filling in the valleys, and turning them into lakes.
My husband then took over
The driving of the hovercraft,
Stating that we needed
to get back to the airport,
so we could catch our flight out.
As he drove, I told him o.k.,
(I knew there was no way
At that time, to stop him,)
But that I refused to go
Where it was wet,
For another wave was soon
to come upon the island
We made it to a place,
Where a group of the living
An official, the governor of the island,
Stood above the people,
Making a speech,
In honor of the nine dead children,
Whose bodies they had managed
Among the small crowd,
there were those who were crying,
mostly mothers for their children,
now dead and washed out to sea.
I began to cry along with them,
So grievously, that it was assumed
That I had lost a child of my own.
Little did they know,
That I cried for all the lives lost,
Because it was so needless.
I already knew
That the aliens would simply apologize,
And claim that they didn’t know
That their spacecraft could cause a tsunami.
And of course, the people would believe it,
For these aliens seemed to be so friendly & helpful.
But I knew that it was done on purpose,
To help finish off, the ‘cleansing of Mother Gaia’.
I knew that these aliens, so greatly
Excelled in mathematics and physics,
That they would easily know what to do,
(or not do,) to give rise to such a wave.
But I knew no one would believe me,
So I remained silent, and cried.
I sensed it was time
To get to higher ground again,
So I tried to gather up my family.
But my husband (and my son,)
Did not agree with me.
I tried to reason with them,
But it did not work.
Finally, I simply had to beg them.
“Please!,” I said to them.
“Could you do this just for me?”
My husband paused.
“We need to get back to the airport.”
“Service has stopped at the airport.
It would take some extra work to arrange
a way to fly back home today.
I’m sure by tomorrow,
It will be easier to catch a ride home.”
But still, he paused.
“If we stayed here for another day,
We might even be able to be of help
To someone who really needs it. Besides,”
I said, pulling out my last thread of hope,
“Would it kill you to stay here another day?”
“No,” he replied reluctantly.
I smiled at him & hugged him,
And then told him “thank you.”
Then I said, “I’d like to go back up
to the top of the mountain,
and take a look around again. From there,
I figure we could get a better idea
Of where we’d be needed most.”
He agreed with me,
For the thought of helping out others in need,
Was much easier for him to accept,
Than it was for him to believe
in one of my ‘odd hunches’,
as my ‘hunches’ were not logical.
We drove back up to the top,
(This time taking the long way up,)
And then got out of the craft to look around.
Then we seen it;
Another wall of water headed our way,
But this time, from the opposite direction.
We all stood there and watched in horror,
As this final wave wiped out
What had been left there before.
The water rose and splashed up to the cliff,
And the end of Its spray rolled over us,
Causing the others to gasp with fear.
But I stood my ground,
For I knew I belonged to my God,
And as such, was in His hands.
The water continued to churn for some time,
And when the night came and went,
The morning sun revealed a smaller island
That had been wiped clean of man’s presence.
No airport, no cottages, no cars;
No sign of any living thing.
Just us and a few others
Who had made their way
to the top of the cliff
before the final wave hit,
My husband left a text message of our need
To a pilot friend of his. And so the next day,
We finally got our ride home.
I then woke up.
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