You got me.
You got me,
Down in that hole.
Deep and dank; dark.
You got me.
And you covered me, in dirt and silt.
Until I grew, and emerged.
And I bloomed, I was open.
You got me open.
And the sun and rain fell down on me.
And still you got me.
You got me.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Bree Dreams: A Great Flood
Sunday night I had insomnia. I fell asleep at 11pm and was back awake at 2. I was awake the rest of the night. I saw the sky change from dark blue to light pink to day. I heard the trains slow to a crawl, then the early morning rush hour began. I heard the trucks idling as they unloaded their cargo to the many restaurants downstairs; I heard the morning commute begin. I was a zombie Monday.
So last night, I came home and stayed up as long as I could: I wanted to fall asleep and fall asleep for the entire night. By 10pm I was out like a lamp.
And I dreamt vividly.
I can only remember the last dream though... but it is quite the dream to remember. I was back at my parent's house in Georgia. We live in a cul de sac and for some reason I was up the street, outside; it was dark. And a truck or car or something drove by and ran over a charred tree covered with burning embers. It was a cool sight to see, until we realized the tree (some how) came from what seemed to be a burning yard. My mother was with me-- or near me. Well she ran, extremely fast towards the house. "Mom don't!" I screamed, simultaneously as a fire truck pulled up.
Then I wasn't there anymore. I was at the house trying to get dressed. And it wasn't night anymore, it was later in the morning. But the urgency of the situation was there. Someone... I think my cousin was waiting for me to get dressed. I was frustrated because I had to dig through boxes stacked in a room and I couldn't find matching shoes or pants, etc. There were other people around talking with me, and I had to multitask between explaining something and getting ready to leave. Eventually it was just me and my foster sister, then just me, and finally I got dressed. I tossed some things in bag and left the house.
Oh and their was a van parked in the room. *shrug*
I was outside and it was a bit dark again... and me and another cousin and my foster sister were hiking up the street. Not the same yard as before, but a neighbor's house immediately across the street from us was on fire. The firefighters seemed to have had it contained and their was smoke and gutted doors and windows. I watched an old black woman with a head rag being helped out of her burning house. I asked some sort of strange or dumb question about the burnt out house, my cousin shot me down and I felt stupid for even asking.
So now we make it back down the street to where my mom was original. That's when it's morning again (I'm not sure why it keeps switching back and forth). And now I'm trying to make it to a yellow school bus. It was like I was late for school... I began to walk faster and then noticed water begin rushing out of one of the houses: the windows mostly. But for some reason I knew it wasn't going to get any better and I began to run. More water began rushing out, pouring out; shooting out. The street dips in the middle so that is where it began pooling first, but the water was moving so fast and coming so quickly you would have thought it was the beginning of a tsunami. So I ran as fast as I could with my foster sister up the street away from the water and towards the school bus. There were many people waiting outside the bus it seemed and as panicked as I was about the encroaching flood, everyone else seemed more annoyed with their own problems.
I got my foster sister on the bus, I got on the bus, then we kind of waited. I kept looking at the water that seemed to spread nowhere but towards the bus, and was worried; but at the same time the water was no longer coming speedily towards us. it was as if their was a drain (or you know, the rest of the neighborhood) it was seeping towards. That was the end of the dream. Actually that is all I can remember...
Dreaming of a great flood seems so noble. And yet, I felt like it was an omen.
So last night, I came home and stayed up as long as I could: I wanted to fall asleep and fall asleep for the entire night. By 10pm I was out like a lamp.
And I dreamt vividly.
I can only remember the last dream though... but it is quite the dream to remember. I was back at my parent's house in Georgia. We live in a cul de sac and for some reason I was up the street, outside; it was dark. And a truck or car or something drove by and ran over a charred tree covered with burning embers. It was a cool sight to see, until we realized the tree (some how) came from what seemed to be a burning yard. My mother was with me-- or near me. Well she ran, extremely fast towards the house. "Mom don't!" I screamed, simultaneously as a fire truck pulled up.
Then I wasn't there anymore. I was at the house trying to get dressed. And it wasn't night anymore, it was later in the morning. But the urgency of the situation was there. Someone... I think my cousin was waiting for me to get dressed. I was frustrated because I had to dig through boxes stacked in a room and I couldn't find matching shoes or pants, etc. There were other people around talking with me, and I had to multitask between explaining something and getting ready to leave. Eventually it was just me and my foster sister, then just me, and finally I got dressed. I tossed some things in bag and left the house.
Oh and their was a van parked in the room. *shrug*
I was outside and it was a bit dark again... and me and another cousin and my foster sister were hiking up the street. Not the same yard as before, but a neighbor's house immediately across the street from us was on fire. The firefighters seemed to have had it contained and their was smoke and gutted doors and windows. I watched an old black woman with a head rag being helped out of her burning house. I asked some sort of strange or dumb question about the burnt out house, my cousin shot me down and I felt stupid for even asking.
So now we make it back down the street to where my mom was original. That's when it's morning again (I'm not sure why it keeps switching back and forth). And now I'm trying to make it to a yellow school bus. It was like I was late for school... I began to walk faster and then noticed water begin rushing out of one of the houses: the windows mostly. But for some reason I knew it wasn't going to get any better and I began to run. More water began rushing out, pouring out; shooting out. The street dips in the middle so that is where it began pooling first, but the water was moving so fast and coming so quickly you would have thought it was the beginning of a tsunami. So I ran as fast as I could with my foster sister up the street away from the water and towards the school bus. There were many people waiting outside the bus it seemed and as panicked as I was about the encroaching flood, everyone else seemed more annoyed with their own problems.
I got my foster sister on the bus, I got on the bus, then we kind of waited. I kept looking at the water that seemed to spread nowhere but towards the bus, and was worried; but at the same time the water was no longer coming speedily towards us. it was as if their was a drain (or you know, the rest of the neighborhood) it was seeping towards. That was the end of the dream. Actually that is all I can remember...
Dreaming of a great flood seems so noble. And yet, I felt like it was an omen.
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