I knew at once it was a dream. For one, I was walking through what I guessed to be a lush rain forest. Secondly, and most importantly, because this is what gave it away, I was wearing a very impractical, very girly, white, cotton dress. My long hair formed thick, mahogany blonde waves down my back. And, judging by the feeling of grass and stones beneath my feet, I was barefoot. The whole effect made me feel pure, natural.
Why did I always have such hippy dreams?
Note to self: Stop lighting incense before going to bed.
Hippy or not, this was still a pretty cool place. It was dark, with the light from the mid day sun filtering through the thick canopy of leaves above. The gentle breeze felt cool against my skin.
It seemed like I was in that forest for hours, just aimlessly wandering around, not sure what the purpose of this dream was. Surely something was going to happen. It would be a bit of a letdown if it didn’t.
The trees finally began to thin, more and more, until I was finally at the edge of the forest.
Well, I thought, this isn’t real exciting.
Now that I was away from the trees, there was nothing. There were just another few meters of thick grass, before the edge of a huge cliff. Unsure of what I was supposed to do, I began to search around, looking for another direction to go. There was nothing except to go back the way I had come, and even now, the trees through which I had just come looked formidable.
When I turned around and actually payed attention, I realised that where my feet had touched the thick, green grass, there were clusters of wildflowers. They were still growing, shooting up through the earth, and their buds unfurling like bird’s wings, ready to take flight.
Huh, cool.
The cliff was incredibly high above the water. Carefully, I peered down at the breath-taking water below. It was the beautiful clear blue colour that cannot truly be described like the waters surrounding Italy’s Island of Capri.
Slightly bored, I searched around for a few seconds before finding what I wanted-a rock. It was smooth white, about half the size of my fist. I gave it a few practice tosses, from one hand to the other, before throwing it as hard as I could over the edge. It flew pretty far. I was pretty pleased with myself, proud of how far it went.
That is, until it hit the water.
It didn’t splash, or skip, but sliced through the ocean, making a hole that got wider and wider, turning into a huge whirlpool that rose up like a tornado to sit, swirling beneath where I stood.
Shit.
How I manage to destroy everything, even in dreams, is beyond me. Strangely though, I wasn’t really scared. The tornado/whirlpool thing wasn’t getting any higher, and I had a sudden urge to jump. It was the kind of feeling you get when you want to jump off a shed roof, or second story balcony, and into a pool. Completely stupid, but so exciting. So tempting.
The rational part of my mind screamed at me to not be stupid, but the fun side begged me to do it. But, seeing how this was, after all, just a dream, for once in my sensible life, I decided to ignore my common sense. Shoving all other thoughts to the back of my mind, I took one last look at the vortex of water below me, sucked in a deep breath and slowly let myself fall over the edge.
