It’s The End Of The World As I Dreamt It (And I Feel Sad).
Bless me dear readers for I have sinned. It has been waaaaay too long since my last entry. I promise to try to write more often. It’s not that I don’t want to or that I don’t have anything interesting going on in my life worthy of sharing with my faithful readers. It’s just that you both mean so much to me that I don’t like to post anything too hastily, and these days my three jobs rarely allow me the time to give the two of you the attention you so richly deserve. My sincerest apologies for that, and also for yet another report from my blog-friendly subconscious.
I just woke up from a brief but very intense dream. In it, some Lost-esque chemical "purge" was taking place, meaning that the entire population of the world (or maybe just the country) was potentially being wiped out by some unstoppable poisonous gassing coming from some unknown source. Somehow we knew it was coming but we didn’t know when, and we were utterly helpless to stop it. And, unlike on Lost, we didn’t have gas masks.
There were rows of people lying down on the floor of long, barrack-like adjacent rooms, when one by one the ability to breathe simply began leaving people. I remember fighting it as long as I could, trying to keep breathing until it became impossible. A few seconds later the gassing subsided and I lost consciousness, when suddenly I saw my sister standing over me and smoking a cigarette. (She doesn’t smoke in real life.) I could hear her tell me that it was over, that it had only lasted a few seconds, and that if I could just push through it and start breathing again, I would be okay.
A few seconds later I did manage to push through and start breathing again, and when I came to, the first thing I did was look for my parents. My father was in the next room and had already not made it. My mother was next to him and was still conscious but was trying unsuccessfully to breathe. She said that it was her time, and that she couldn’t fight her way back from this, as she was too exhausted from fighting her battle with cancer for the past 9 years. She told me that she loved me, and I held her as her eyes closed.
And I woke up bawling my eyes out.
Aside from the obvious, literal, not incorrect conclusion that I’m a big ol’ honkin’ mama’s boy, does anybody have any deeper layers of interpretation as to what this dream could mean?
