fort da

ever since I can remember, I had dreams of a tsunami apocalypse. my father and sisters and I would stand on the coast and watch the wave rise and wash over us. a few years ago the dream expanded, and I would keep dreaming after the wave would hit us and drag us under into the ocean. once under water, I would realize I could breathe, that I had gills and fins and could live in the ocean. I would swim around and show others how to swim, find ocean villages, etc.

about a year ago, my mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table, and she starts telling me of this dream she's had ever since my sisters and I were born. in the dream, she's standing at the top of a cliff, and there's a tsunami in the distance, and my father and sisters and I are standing on the beach, and she knows we will die, but she thinks that if she tries to save us, she will die too, and so she decides to save herself, and she sits up on the cliff and watches us get swept away. and I felt peaceful, like God wanted it to happen that way, she said.

so I guess if this cosmic coincidence has any roots in the real world, I'm glad I get gills and fins; I'm glad we are adaptable that way.