Dreaming heavily Just woke myself

Dreaming heavily
Just woke myself up out of a dream. I was in Central America with Summer. We were staying in the most perfect, beautiful place on a rocky beach in a country without a name. She was lying on a huge boulder taking in the sun. I was on a cell phone discussing where we were going next. Summer had a bit of heat stroke so she didn't care. She was just lying around telling me that anything, anywhere I wanted to go was fine. I suggested we canoe down a huge river to the southern part of this beautiful country before going on to the next one. I knew we would be canoeing through very sparsely populated areas and that there would be a lot of planning necessary but I had to do it. I visualized the river coming to the sea and it was the best place on earth. Eventually, Summer and I went inside our hut which was built into the side of a cliff. It was cool. I encouraged Summer to drink some water to ease her sun delirium. She refused to go on the canoeing trip.

I flashed back to the US where I was driving to my home. But it wasn't my home, I was living with a friend's parents. I parked in front of the house and just before I crossed the pond which was their front yard, the house imploded. It wasn't a huge explosion but a strong one. The neighbors came running and we went inside to collect the others. The living room and kitchen looked like they had fallen into a huge sink hole. The foundation had a huge fault line running through it. Kristen was in bed so I woke her and started collecting my things. I had two bags - a duffel bag and a purse. I grabbed my toothbrush and some clothes from the bathroom, stuffing them in a hurry in my bag. Kristen still half asleep was asking what happened. I finally realized it was 5am and an absurd time to be coming home.

As I collected my sister, my stuff, and my dog, I was hit with a strong sense of urgency. I was supposed to leave the next day for another exotic, nameless country, but I still didn't know where. I was going through the choices in my head. All I knew was that despite lack of sleep, this minor house disaster, and absolutely no preparations I had to leave that day. I can remember thinking how happy I was that all I had was my one duffel bag to pack.

Just before I grabbed my stuff to leave, I ran across some papers of mine. There was a letter from Summer asking me to come to Seattle August 10th to do some work for a dot com with her. It sounded like a perfect short bit of consulting and a lot of fun. Yet August 10th had come and gone without a response from me. I felt guilty.

I jumped to later that day because the sun was up. This foster family of sorts was cleaning their disaster of a house. There was water everywhere. Yet I still got chastised for smoking in the house. I did what I could to help but knew I would be leaving shortly. I had to get out; I had to go on the next adventure. I grabbed my stuff and started walking.

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