It was around 4 a.m. Something woke me.
A loud booming noise.
My eyes opened.
I saw a dot of yellow. The dot grew larger, became a small, intensely yellow globe of light.
This is it -- someone has dropped a bomb, I thought.
I thought the boom was the last sound I'd hear. I reached for my husband.
I don't remember how long it took for me to realize I'd been awakened by a clap of thunder. My husband was breathing quietly, fast asleep. My life wasn't over. Our house hadn't crumbled. My pillow was wadded up around my neck. It needed to be fluffed. I needed a sip of water.
I figured the dream, like other dreams, would vanish.
I find myself thinking back to that moment. I keep seeing the dot of yellow turn into a small globe of intensely yellow light. I close my eyes and try to swallow away the sense I had of it being the last moment of my life.
... small yellow light ...
Why did I dream it? The Times Square bomber -- those pictures of the women being stoned -- trapped miners, polls/midterms/where are we heading?
Hmm. I think maybe my next post ... yes, I'll do a post on the pictures a friend sent-- a puppy eating, and baby kittens snuggled into the Mama kitten.