The rain we saw pouring down.
Drops bigger than clouds.
The morning sun shone through the rift of the blinds one morning, and my semi-conscious mind must have processed the red-eyelid-grid it saw as the fret-board of a cosmic stringed instrument. I began hearing the most beautiful music I have ever heard, as my mind’s eye watched each glistening sun-ray pluck the strings. I remember being astonished by its dexterity, and melodic perfection. Upon awakening, I tried to duplicate the notes I had heard, and saw, on my guitar—If only I could remember them note for note.— From what little I was able to remember, and attempt to simulate on the fret-board, the notes seemed impossible to play in one key. Almost as if each note came from one of the 24 individual keys of the musical spectrum. It totally seemed to of been an impossible dream— But, what if all dreams came true? I thought, and then it was gone…
I was standing on a sea-shore, in some far away place beyond the familiar sea, where nothing looked real, or resonated with me. There were neon colors, and bird-like creatures. Lifelike, but surreal. I perceived them with all 5 senses at once. I felt, tasted, heard, smelled, and saw them — from one sense of awareness — at once. I wanted to talk to them, so I tried to open my mouth, instead my eyes opened. And I awakened. It was over… What if all dreams came true?
I heard the phone ring as I was walking in through a large glass door leading to a hallway between two rows of desks occupied by dogs with huge human like grins, when suddenly one of them leaped out at me and said… “You Won The Lottery” — But, then, of course, I woke up.
I dreamed I was in a terrible hurricane, worse than any of the ones I’ve experienced first hand on the Carolina coast. It was terrifying. Water started moving in beneath my feet, and gradually rose to the level of my chin. Suddenly, a tidal wave came crashing over me, the town, and everyone, and everything, as far as I could see. And, then I woke up — But, what if every dream really did come true? Or. What if some really are warnings? What if we knew that every dream would come true? What If every dream did come true?
Grinning Dog ?
Clouds rolling, fishing boats trolling, no one hurries, no worries.
Why would they?
Just another week before, times so oft seen ashore – Hurricane
Seas at calm, humidity and balm, casting nets, no one frets-
And why should they?
Three days still ahead, winds blustery, no imminent dread – Hurricane
Some boats docking, nothing shocking, tides ebb and flow as always.
And why shouldn’t they?
Two days out, growing swells, winds blow wet, fishy smells – Hurricane
Batten down the hatches, ply-wood patches, windows X’ed, and boarded.
Just another day.
Sea walls breach, waters roll in, cars flood the bridge again – Hurricane
Red sky morning, a sailors warning, fishing pier nearly covered.
Will it hold?
Windows smashing, palm trees lashing, bridges crashing – Hurricane
Houses falling, winds a squalling, power shorted, beach aborted—
Where are they?
People missing, windows hissing, trees falling, rivers mauling – Hurricane
Pier is gone, squeals and moans, rip-tides ravaging main street.
When will it end?
Skies darken, as the sea resides, no where left on earth to hide-Hurricane
Barometric vacuum steals breath from lungs, too late now no-where to run.
Forty-foot wall of deadly force, headed inland with no remorse-Hurricane
Sudden blast of horrendous sound, no-one to hear it, there is no –