Most of the details are fuzzy and the strangest twisted logic seemed to make perfect sense at the time. For some reason I was in a room looking for something. Then I heard a child's laughter. I looked through closets and cupboards but all appeared empty. Of course Angelina Jolie was all of a sudden there helping me look. That's when I realized that the room we were in contained an atomic bomb. I could feel the clock ticking and I knew we had to get out of there but Angelina would not listen, she would not leave without the phantom child. Man she is obsessed with kids!
Finally as the seconds ticked down we exited the room only to find that we were on the stage of a small black box theatre. I vaguely remember the presence of men with guns, Cubans? Colombians? I'm not sure. I dove behind a row of plush blue seats just in time. As I lay on the ground the seconds took hours. There was no sound. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. I don't know what I expected to happen as I lay there. Did I really expect these chairs to save me from a close range atomic blast? Death was not a thought in my head, nor was fear. I had no where to go so I did all I could, I waited.
The bomb went off and I had the strangest sensation. I felt a wave of energy push through me. It washed through every cell in my body expanding and growing, coursing through my veins. My brain zoomed out and I saw a pond like ripple in oranges whites spreading out for miles. It entered and exited, but I wasn't harmed. I knew that I wasn't dead or dying, I was fine.
That's when I woke up. I wasn't scared or gasping for air. It didn't feel like a sudden jolt out of a nightmare. I just woke up and felt calm and rested. I'm not going to analyze it yet, I don't know what it means,but I figure the part of me that needs to understand it already does. It just stuck with me today so I thought I'd share.
