Dream Journal 1: Gray Skies

Shivering. Soaking wet. It was cold. I was at the top of a tall building, along with my friends from high school. People were chatting, eating and sleeping as if everything was normal.

The skies were dark as night and the clouds were nimbus gray. The storm was strong and never-ending. What caught the attention of all was the lightning. They say it never strikes twice in one place, but it did. It struck a smaller building again and again, continuously until it collapsed. Faces of the people were painted with immense fear. What if our building was struck? That was a question we don’t want answers to.

The lightning struck another building, and shards of glass and cement flew in all directions. We had to duck and run around so that we wouldn't get hit, and thankfully, no one did.

The rain was angrier this time and it was flooding. People at the ground were banging on our building door. Crying and pleading that we let them in. It was chaotic, and we knew for a fact that if we let all of them in, it would be even more chaotic. There were just too many people. If we let them in, there would be no more space for ourselves.