Entry: Monday, October 24th, 2016

Today I awoke from a startling dream- a dream which had me appreciating every second once I was in the world of the awaken, and realized it was only a dream. Laying next to my love who seemed to sleep soundly, and her dreams carrying on to some other world- I leaned in, placed a soft kiss along her bare back and tried to go back to sleep feeling a bit relieved. Granted when 5 am came around I was feeling refreshed, all simply because of a bad dream.

I wish I could record my dreams so I may play it for everyone to see, my life often gets boring from time to time but in my dreams it can be very exciting, very vivid, detailed. And in almost all my dreams I'm often traveling, on a journey and not yet settled. In my dream I am a nomad of a world that I barely understand and barely have explored. The longing to see the world plays again and again.

Today it took me to a place I could only describe as resembling Chicago, I've been there twice before and it's such a lovely city, and such a big city- here in FL I've only ever seen buildings no more than 30 floors high but in this city these buildings break through the sky. In my dream I was in a city that closely resembled Chicago but only the architecture was...different. It was modernized but also had a futuristic feel to it, like something you'd see straight out of a sci-fi movie, tall towering buildings twisted into strange shapes, every one seeming to compete with one another in being the most eye catching.  Unimaginable heights, indescribable, at the moment I can't even find the right words to describe these sky scrapers but it was wondrous but left me in awe when I look up to see this sight of human achievement. But even more was despite how modernized everything was within this city there was a local park nearby and a bridge that connected you to it, the bridge was untouched by this modern world it was made entirely of red bricks along the sides of it was carved strange gargoyle figures facing outward and there I was sitting near the edge of this park on a bench where I seemed to be waiting for a bus to pick me up. Just watching as traffic comes ago, enjoying this view of the city and admiring the draftsmanship of the brick bridge, and as people went about their day some enjoying the park, others trying to make it to work. it was a beautifully painted scene. I could of lived in that moment for the rest of my life.

But then I heard something coming from the far side of the sky, a roaring of a plane- only this particular aircraft was about the size of a jet-plane, a little bigger in size, and was hovering with four turbofans on the bottom of the aircraft. It whizzed right over the bridge barely hitting in, shot up straight into the air and with a loud boom it crashed right into one of the towering buildings right in the middle of it's structure. Upon impact I saw debris shoot straight into the sky in all directions causing mass wide panic to everyone around me and suddenly within the dream I was reminded of 911, what people on New York city must of gone through when the towers were hit. I looked to the sky and still saw fire bursting out from the building, debris still flying and heard a man shouting "Take shelter inside, take shelter inside!" I watched as the massive building began to collapse falling towards the center of downtown, bracing to fall into another towering structure. All of this was happening no more then three blocks away from where I was sitting, and when the building collided into another I saw more debris flying only this time heading my way. And the impact created a heavy cloud of dust...but I had no where to run to, nowhere to take cover, I was at the edge of the park and I wouldn't have enough time to run to the nearest building. In that moment I ducked, covered my neck with both my hands and braced myself for the dust cloud and for the debris flying my way. I prayed, I prayed that I will make it out of this alive- or that if I did die that God would remember me and not let me be damned to Hell. I was ready to accept my death- in that moment of panic and fear- I woke up in bed. Feeling so relieved and startled. It was so vivid. And for that moment I appreciated life alot more. I really don't know what it means or what to make of this dream, but I want to remember it. I want to look back on it, I don't want to forget so that's why I've taken to typing it up onto this blog post. It was such a beautiful city...