Mt. Rainier is one of the 16 decade volcanoes of the world. It is near Seattle (Washington) where I live. Here's how my story began. It was a sunny Sunday morning, a rare day in Seattle! Suddenly I had a strong feeling that Mt. Rainier's volcano had erupted. I went to roof in a hurry and realized that nothing had happened. Yes, I can see Mt. Rainier's outline from the roof of my apartment building. Just at the end of the street, a fountain on the roof top of another building suddenly started. And at the next instant I could see a big blast of angry red volcano along the same direction far away... Mt. Rainier had suddenly erupted. Red Molten rocks and ashes flew into the air. I could experience everything like I was standing much closer to the site than I actually was. How could this have happened? How did I know this before it happened? I was at first amazed at the sight, but that was short lived. Fear had crept in. I ran downstairs. I informed my family, and we decided to leave immediately. Suddenly some irritating noise started bugging me. It was as if everything else did not matter. Someone should really stop this noise. My mind entered my body. It was my alarm clock. It was just a dream, I thought disappointingly. The visual appearance of that event had somehow brought me alive. The fear had made me aware about my existence. Existence not as in an entity in the society, but as a life-form.
I shared this dream with my neighbor while we were washing our cars in the basement parking. We decided to go and watch the silent Mountain from the terrace. To our surprise, there was chaos around the city. My heart started to beat rapidly. Next scene left me startled. Suddenly Mt. Rainier had exploded, not unlike 20 years ago how Mt. Helens had exploded. It was as if a huge bomb had exploded. Me and my neighbor looked at each other in disbelief. I ran downstairs to inform my family. Everyone decided that it would be best to get away from the city for now. Holding back emotions as we were looking at each other and bidding farewell to our home. It would be destroyed, along with the entire city, I thought. We stepped outside the apartment. Molten rocks and ashes were raining from the sky. I got my car out of the parking lot when I realized that my grandmother had not come yet. I went back in to get her and found that she did not want to come. I persuaded her to forget about the house. I felt tears coming out of my eyes when I was trying to convince her. She agreed and we came out of the apartment. I opened my eyes again. It had so happened that I had slept again after turning off the alarm, thinking about the meaning of the dream. I had been thrown back in the same dream world and the second dream was essentially a continuation of the first. And ofcourse it was a dream, my family is back in India! But, it seemed just as real as all our dreams do. I got up and sat on my bed feeling very sleepy. Then I thought about what I had dreamt and slowly I started remembering everything. Just by thinking about it made me feel rejuvenated. That's what dreams do to me. When and if I remember them, I feel good about myself. The most loved ones involve floods in my home town, and the one with alien attack! Yes, I dream crazy things. In reality, these are catastrophic events. But in my dreams, these event do not represent fatalities. They just make me feel alive.
I shared this dream with my neighbor while we were washing our cars in the basement parking. We decided to go and watch the silent Mountain from the terrace. To our surprise, there was chaos around the city. My heart started to beat rapidly. Next scene left me startled. Suddenly Mt. Rainier had exploded, not unlike 20 years ago how Mt. Helens had exploded. It was as if a huge bomb had exploded. Me and my neighbor looked at each other in disbelief. I ran downstairs to inform my family. Everyone decided that it would be best to get away from the city for now. Holding back emotions as we were looking at each other and bidding farewell to our home. It would be destroyed, along with the entire city, I thought. We stepped outside the apartment. Molten rocks and ashes were raining from the sky. I got my car out of the parking lot when I realized that my grandmother had not come yet. I went back in to get her and found that she did not want to come. I persuaded her to forget about the house. I felt tears coming out of my eyes when I was trying to convince her. She agreed and we came out of the apartment. I opened my eyes again. It had so happened that I had slept again after turning off the alarm, thinking about the meaning of the dream. I had been thrown back in the same dream world and the second dream was essentially a continuation of the first. And ofcourse it was a dream, my family is back in India! But, it seemed just as real as all our dreams do. I got up and sat on my bed feeling very sleepy. Then I thought about what I had dreamt and slowly I started remembering everything. Just by thinking about it made me feel rejuvenated. That's what dreams do to me. When and if I remember them, I feel good about myself. The most loved ones involve floods in my home town, and the one with alien attack! Yes, I dream crazy things. In reality, these are catastrophic events. But in my dreams, these event do not represent fatalities. They just make me feel alive.