In Continuum.

Nightmares Part II: Drowning

Part two of my nightmare saga,i am going to touch on this nightmare i just had yesterday which had a lasting memory on me.I remember i was really in a state of fear,didnt know what to do then.Unlike the previous entry,fear of being caught by somebody,in this dream i was afraid of dying,and seeing death all around me was rather overwhelming.

I was under some kind of arch,the arch of a bridge.It was an afternoon,with the environment covered in a strange hue of brown.It was the Brooklyn Bridge i realised,and i was under the bridge on some sort of platform.Below me was the river,with a ship going under the bridge,filled with passengers.Only,the ship wasnt meant for passengers,but looked like some sort of oil tanker,but without the crates and stuff.

I ran down the steps winding downwards,and through another arched doorway i came onto a lower landing,with the ship looming in front of me.They were Indians,all of them,filled the ship like sacks of rice piled over one another.I remember a women nursing her child,while her other son kept crying and crying due to the unbearable heat.

The ship came closer,and i remember talking to somebody,telling that person perhaps the ship was coming a little too close to us.Just then the front of the ship crashed into the landing where we were standing,and a loud thunderous rip in the hull of the ship rang through our ears.We covered our ears then,as the ship came coming into the harbour.We dashed backwards,and were backed against a wall when i decided to leap onto the ship itself.

I did that,and like some unbelivable action movie i ended up on top of the ship.People were coming out of the ship then,looking over the sides at the damage.Just then the centre of the ship cracked,and the crowd screamed.The hull broke loose,and the back of the ship separated from the front.I was at the back,and as the gap grew bigger it floated away out into the open sea.People were falling out of the ships now,falling into the yellow,muddy water down below.People were screaming,and people were yelling,crying for help.The section where i was kept floating away,and as it did so,it started to disintegrate in the middle of the ocean.More screams came from the people around me,all frantic and looking for a way out.Some people jumped into the ocean,while others held on to the sides of the broken ship,awaiting their doom.

Debris were floating all around,debris from the wreckage.I leaped from platform to platform,clinging desperately to each of them as they kept sinking under my weight.A bunch of the passengers followed me,and kept flooding onto the floating platform i was on.I kept asking them to get off,but as i looked down into the dead bodies floating into the water,i didnt have the courage to kick them off the platforms.I just looked,and kept jumping.Kept myself afloat,looking at others as they drowned under the surface.

The ship stopped sinking,and the section where i was from was now sticking out of the surface like Titanic.It stopped sinking,not because the waters were too shallow,but because there were too many bodies in the water.All around,under the surface,i could see bodies of people who drowned then.Men,women and children,all under the surface,staring helplessly up at us,as if still crying for help,still trying to take their last breaths.

In the middle of the yellow sea was a tree.It was burning,and on top of the tree hung dead babies,wrapped in tattered clothes.I watched in horror,as the babies stared back at me with blank eyes,helpless eyes full of hatred.It was as if they were asking,"Why didnt you save me?Why didnt you save me?"

A couple was behind me then,and the Indian lady was reaching out into the water grabbing at something.She was looking for her missing son,and as she floated upon a wooden plank she kept flipping over floating bodies,hoping that she'd find her son there,alive or otherwise.She kept crying,and her husband kept his hands on her shoulders,comforting her.She lost hope then,as she collapsed onto the plank,gave up finding her missing child.

The sea disappeared,the ocean retreated.The bodies under the water were gone,and it left behind miles and miles of desert sand.The Brooklyn Bridge stood alone in the middle of it all,with the survivors now living in tents.I remember crawling towards one of the tents,hanging between two twisted branches of a dead tree.Two women were inside,one old lady and the other my age.They were both Indian,and for some reason i started digging at the sand in front of the tent.They watched,as i scooped up handful of sand one after another.Finally,i came to what i was looking for.It was the body of a dead baby,but only the face of it was revealed to us.His mouth and eyes were covered with sand then,and upon seeing the baby both women started to cry.We embraced each other,with the eyes of the baby still staring up at us,wondering what happened.What tragedy just happened...

Yeah,i have strange ass dreams.I wonder what the babies implied.I wonder what everything implied.The flood,the deaths,the babies.I am disturbed,deeply disturbed by these dreams.I wonder if they mean anything,anything at all.Hmm.Intriguing,yet disquieting all at once.