12.21.2009

The Dream Cycle, 2009.13

Wave after wave

I was in an second floor apartment at the beach in Ocean City, MD. It was sunny and I could see the myriad of people playing at the shoreline. Suddenly, I saw on the horizon, a massive wave beginning to emerge. I began yelling about the wave but went unheeded. I stood in a doorway, watching the wave race towards the shore and braced myself for the impact.

People then realized what was coming and started screaming, but it was too late. The wave hit hard and the water came up to my knees on the second floor. The sound was massive, a strong rushing sound. I felt the apartment building bend and shift back from the onslaught of the wave, but it held fast. Eventually the wave receded and there was debris everywhere.

I remembered reading that the waves usually happen multiple times so I got down from the apartment - climbed down really since the wood steps were demolished. Then proceded running inland. Other survivors were also moving inland and a few of us grouped up to try to find shelter.

We came upon a large concrete and steel tower (broadcast tower?) where some other people had climbed to the top. We were debating whether to go up there when they started yelling that another wave was coming fast. We began climbing but didn't quite get high enough before the wave hit. I was holding on to steel piping and bars when the force of the wave slammed into my back. I felt hands grab me and haul me out of the top of the second wave as it rushed through the town. After a few minutes, the tower began began creaking and shifting then bent to about a 45 degree angle from the ground. We held on for dear life and the water finally began calming and receding.

We got down from the bent tower and began moving farther inland again. We crossed coastal highway - debris, crushed cars, and bodies everywhere. We passed the demolished ruins of a firehouse as we made our way farther and then stopped. We found the edge of the bay. There was no more running, there was no where to go. We heard the familiar dreadful roar of a third wave and frantically began searching for another way to survive this wave.

We found a boat, tethered and somehow undamaged from the last two waves. There was enough room for the group and we climbed in and shoved off. The 20 ft. wave was bearing down on us as we got the motor started.

And I woke up...

4 Comments:

Blogger Los said...

Hopefully, you're not planning on vacationing around any beaches this summer ...

1:48 PM  
Blogger -B- said...

Watch 2012 much?? lol - I haven't seen it yet, but that would make a great scene in a movie like that!

2:05 PM  
Blogger Ink and Stone said...

Actually, no, I haven't seen 2012 yet. :)

2:10 PM  
Blogger Reverse said...

Since you haven't watched 2012 yet, I'm going ot rate the dream PG-13. Once you see 2012 your dream is getting bumped to a G rating.

6:48 PM  

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