Electric Storm

Picture by Bill

Last night I had a dream.
I lived in a big house with other adults
my husband and I stood side by side
while the dark clouds gathered in the sky

an electrical charge whooshed
towards us, a storm of epic proportions
winds tore at the windows
and rain pelted the roof for hours
finally everything settled down

except for the moans and cries
from the survivors outside
standing in water above their thighs
hanging on to buildings completely destroyed

they pleaded with us
to help rescue what was left of their lives
we opened doors to let them inside
and one by one they entered.

I woke up exhausted
remembering how we accepted the destruction
realizing it was the end of time
but were surprised we survived.

I don’t know what the dream means
but in contrast the next day was amazing.

We went to the local park commiserated with the birds
basked in the sunshine and listened to the children play
their laughter carried across the lake like music from heaven.

It was good to open our eyes to the blessings
all around, letting life spread out before us
and not worrying about the meaning of dreams.