I haven’t had a dream in ages.
So when I woke up this morning, I was surprised to learn I had such a vivid memory of what appeared to be a dream.
The setting was in Hong Kong. I was apparently traveling with a local Chinese kid and a British bloke.
We were on top a very tall building when the grounds shook. There was an earthquake and a big one at that.
I looked through the window and I saw cars in the highway colliding with one another. People were panicking and running outside of their homes and offices. It was almost like Armageddon.
I felt quite lucky since I was on the last floor of a very tall building and in case of collapse, I would be right on top.
I looked at my companions and I saw fear in their eyes. The Chinese boy was crying and calling out to his momma. The British stud was yelling and it seemed he was screaming his boyfriend’s name.
It appeared there were only the three of us on that floor. I was the sane one. I was calm. I embraced death. That’s how my dream ended.
I now wonder what it means.