I recently had a most disturbing dream. Last week I awoke and couldn't get these images out of my head. It's like I lived them. I can't imagine it ever happening in real life. Let me share it with you now.
It started with me driving down the road on my way to the grocery store to stockpile for a road trip, I started seeing people spin out of control and crash their cars. I was mortified as I witnessed a gold minivan run into a black two door at such speeds that the van barrel rolled over the car, landing in a fiery ball of steel and fiberglass. At first I assumed that a tire blew or someone was texting. Then I noticed a cloud-like swirl creeping towards me. As I realized something was very wrong, I began to feel dizzy. I noticed that fog was rolling towards the north. That had to be it! What the hell was it and how could I avoid it? My gut told me it was awful and to avoid it at all costs. I decided getting out of my vehicle was a bad idea so I drove the little RV I rented earlier in the day as far south as I could get. I knew I couldn't out run the wind to the North, my best chance was to get past wherever the originating point was. I had no clue where that was though. Did something happen at a nearby warehouse or did a oil tanker tip on the interstate? I didn't want to wait to find out. I figured I'd out run the smoke and get a clear head. There was a sense of urgency in everyone's road manners, or lack there of. All traffic laws went down the drain. There was a mass panic and only one goal on every drivers mind. Survive. For me, that meant tearing my camper van through yards, between houses and crashing through a chain linked fence to forge my own On-Ramp to the interstate. Driving down the map I could sense myself slowly fading. Not unlike hours of driving at night but willing yourself to keep going because you were 20 minutes from home. My determination diminished as I hit the gridlock where I would pray I would wake up from this living Hell. What I saw through my windshield was horrifying. There were hundreds of people outside of their cars hoping they could make it past the bottleneck on foot. Men were ushering weeping women and carrying lifeless loved ones, mostly children. Each person pushing forward were trying different tactics to survive. Some held their shirts over their mouths, a couple conspiracy theorists had gas masks at the ready, others more fit determined if they ran that nothing could affect them. All of it was for not. Every last man, woman and child had been infected. I witnessed some of them in their last moments of bravery trying to save one another before eventually succumbing to deaths sweet kiss. It was at that moment when I accepted I wasn't going to move an inch. The RV's engine sputtered to a stop and I took my phone to call my parents one last time. I knew in my heart I wasn't going to escape this, if only I could say goodbye and hear their voices one last time. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, my heart hit the floor, the battery was dead. I didn't want to meet this miserable fate alone. As I broke down into what I can only describe as my last pleas for life. A loud noise stood out over my sobs from the back of the RV. Upon turning my head I saw two kids, a boy and a girl, playing at the table. They sneaked in from the door at the back of the automobile, it was still ajar letting in the gases full force. In a fury I kicked them out only to get into a scuffle with their mom. I told her off about being an inattentive mother and started crying as I wished to speak with my mom one last time before I met my end to this anonymous murderer. This woman instantly melted and took me in her arms to comfort me. Her husband slightly behind her handed me his phone with a reasonable charge. I was so grateful and allowed the whole family to come on board after the that kindness was shown to me by them. They could have easily been mean and rude back to me, but this family would not let death take away their humanity to others. Before I dialed, I asked if anyone knew our silent foe. My question was met with a grave answer. A massive bomb, so strong that the initial blast yielded zero survivors to warn of the event. Investigators went there almost immediately after the drop and were dead within minutes. It was believed to have contained both Sarin and Mustard gases. It had been diluted by the elements by the time it reached my home, but not enough to make it safe by any means. Upon hearing that news I attempted to call my dad, but kept messing up his phone number. I was incapable of thinking straight, my motor functions and memory were shutting down rapidly. After about 20 failed tries, I moved on to my moms number. It was the same thing, but alas! She answered! I felt at peace hearing my moms voice. She started to say something but I cut her off. I told her she needed to know about the bomb and protect herself before the gases reached her house hundreds of miles away. I told her I was stuck in gridlock and positive I was minutes from death. I felt it in my chest before I called. I told her I loved her and just wanted to hear her voice, maybe she could read to me? My mom asked me if I could see all the lights around me as people were stepping into them. Not unlike one of our favorite shows to watch together about ghosts finding their afterlives. I was astonished! I could see it!! I watched as families of innocent lost souls crossed over. Not understanding how my mom knew what I was seeing, I asked her why she could see what I could? How could she?? My mom just audibly whispered in my ear to ask me to turn around. There she was!! She had been there the whole time. There was no way I could have been speaking to her on the phone. The phone was beeping a busy signal while laying on the floor. Her spirit was feet from me. She was dead...my mom was gone. I cried for her. She wrapped her arms around me tightly as if waiting to catch another giant sob. That's when it clicked, I had never seen or spoken with a ghost before, and I certainly shouldn't have been able to feel her warm embrace. Frantically, I looked around until my eyes laid upon a site I wont soon forget. My lifeless body leaning against the table as if I had just fallen asleep. I looked sadly peaceful in my death. It was wrong for me to be there gazing upon my last moment frozen on Earth. With that, my mom grabbed my hand the same way she did on my first day of kindergarten and smiled at me. She said, "Let's go, Sweetie." And with that we walked together into the light to find our next adventure, hand in hand.
