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I had this dream where I grabbed my stuff and just went on my way to “Greenland.” It felt like the most normal thing in the world, so I told my siblings casually. All I had with me was a backpack and a few other things in my hands. Somehow, I ended up on this flat rock in the middle of the sea, with a watermelon in hand. Behind me, there were people bustling on a pier, and in front of me, the sea—just waves gently crashing on my rock.

Time passed, and then the sea started to change into something more like a river. People around me started warning each other about the water coming in fast and the sky getting stormy. It was like everything was spiraling, but I was still focused on my watermelon. I couldn’t leave it behind, so I grabbed it and moved into the pier, where everyone was in panic mode, telling others to head back inside.

I made it inside, into this cozy lobby-like establishment, and just watched everything unfold. The water was rising, rushing over the rock where I had been, and the storm was in full force. Even though I was alone in an unfamiliar place, it didn’t feel like I was truly alone. Everyone was just kind of standing there, watching it all, worried but not moving.

Oneirly Answered question January 13, 2025