Dreams:: A recollection

I had another one of those details-bombarded realistic dreams again.
It was night. Dark as undergrowth of trees in the background.

Strolling gently through the forest was I until I felt a certain unease. There was silence, no chirping of owls, no rustling of bats, no tweeping of crickets. and so I ran.
Into the hotel lobby. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins, those little greenish tubes around my wrists. "EVERYONE INSIDE!!"
And so, we cramped into the little grey room, lit only by the flickering moonlight. Then it came.

The room shook, crackling snaps from all four. I anxiously looked out of the window in hopes of seeing God, but all I saw was the shifting of the window view downwards in a falling motion. In an instant, it was all over. Moaning and groaning filled the air. I climbed up, stumbled around, ran forward and left behind the others. (The chirping continues)

As I ran through the forest, the leaves and branches slashes and scatches me in mock of my cowardice. Despite leaving men behind, I cried out for help. I cried out for them. The earthquake has occured, when would a Tsunami arrive? Fatigue pulled my legs down and planted me in full view of a beach. Whiteness, purity and serenity, all captured within the snapshot of my sweaty eyes. the silence resumed.

I woke up and massaged my aching thighs. Strange. Slowly recollecting, I noticed I hoped for God but called for Man instead of him. I believe this is a good refle

ction on what I would have really done. I'm sorry God.