les tuyaux
Another apocalyptic dream last night. The moment came and went; the wind was strong in the same way it was a week or so ago when I had to pull the kids inside, but it fizzled. I knew when the Second Coming was about to begin, but I didn’t know what it would look like when it happened. There were moments of intense anticipation; we were living in a bunker-like house structure, and then, after what seemed like a particularly brief and intense thunderstorm, the universe continued much as it had.
I’ve had these dreams before; I wonder why I have so many. They don’t mean anything in the premonitory sense, to be sure, but I have a suspicion they say something about my own psyche. I’m not carrying the emotion with me throughout the day (the morning routine has a way of obliterating any feelings that might transfer from dreaming to wakefulness); it’s just a curiosity as all. Even now, I feel very detached thinking about it, as if I were considering someone else’s dream.