My Dreams

The Ocean

Just a heads up, this is pretty sad

It's starts with me and my mom, we're on an island in the middle of the ocean. I was exploring the shore when I found my old toys that I lost and forgot. I brought some back up to my mom, you know the whole "lookie what I found" type thing.

Then we had to leave the island for some reason, we swam out into the ocean. You could say we just kept swimming, we didn't come up for air but this is a dream, you can do that and live, right? Apparently not

Anyways we found this loading dock, with that big crane thing for those giant boats. Yeah I know not a good explination, anyway we still hadn't come up for air but we were just about to make it. We were literally 5 feet away from the ladder, when my mom ran out of air.

She gave me the look that said,"Go without me" and I couldn't do it. But we both knew if I tried to help her, both of us would die. I tried to help anyway, because who in their right mind would let their mother die. Sadly both of us died, but my dream was nice to me.

Luckily, the dream gave me a second chance, it reversed my choice and I had to choose to leave her. The hardest thing I've ever done, even if I didn't acually do it. I still get emotional, to this day.

So I started crying underwater, as I swam up to the ladder. I pulled my self up onto the dock, and fell to my knees, bawling my eyes out. The worker of the crane quickly noticed me, and I screamed as loud as I could,"SAVE MY MOTHER", curled up in a ball, on my knees, dripping wet.

The dream stops right after that, and I woke up and started crying for real. I was about ten years old when I had that dream, and it just shattered my heart. Even though I knew it was a dream, I couldn't help but cry.

Ps. It's easy to skim over this, and be like," aw that's sad" but not acually feel it. If you read it slower, the words get to you, and you really think for a moment how absolutely terrifying it is to lose  somone. Yes, I know it was a dream, my mother is alive and well, but it's different. In a dream, you see things and you think these things are real. The way they look, "feel", and the true horror that comes with the death. Also the good things in dreams, like the ones where you're in a lovely field of flowers or just having fun. In those dreams, while the flowers don't exist, the happiness is real. The feeling doesn't stay in the dream, it makes it's way into your actions towards others and other things. Also, I just realized I've been ranting, sorry about that. It's like, 3 am right now and I'm tired but can't sleep. If you actually read all of that you deserve an award, I'm pretty sure it doesn't makes sense but whatever.

Here you go, you get a cookie 🍪, do you forgive me? Lol, I should probably stop talking, but I'm so bored. Good night, or morning rather, who knows you could be reading this in the afternoon.

Okay, I'll shut up now