I dream about the world ending. About 50 survivors and myself end up on a train heading west, towards clean land where the apocalypse didn't sully (whatever the apocalyspe may be--I can never tell in the mornings.) On the train I meet a little girl named Megan, who has lost her parents. Her eyes are bright blue, her curls sun bleached blonde. I take her under my proverbial wing, and keep her safe during the long trek out of hell. Eventually I band together with a handful of others and we search out a vacant farm to begin anew, to start life over. Megan's father comes riding in one day on the back of a rusty blue pick up truck and, suddenly, I realize I know him. We're to be married. (Funny, how that works in dreams. You'd think I'd recognize my future husband's daughter.) He's back from a war and I'm so angry for him leaving, yet so thankful he's alive and found me. All I can say as I cling to his body is "Thank God, thank God, I love you, don't ever leave again." As life becomes routine on the farm, I start training horses for plowing and riding, my husband makes his rounds as the doctor. Little Megan helps me with dinner and life is wonderful.
Funny, how the world had to end for that to happen.
Posted by anonymous at December 5, 2005 1:42 AMSounds like a Stephen King bestseller. Maybe you should think about using this dream as a plot for a novel. Contact your local community colleges and/or universities and take a writing class. I promise, I'll buy a copy when you get published.
Posted by: at December 5, 2005 7:12 AM