the wedding revisited

Most people would say that people can forget other people, but I'm not like most people. I have a tendency to remember a lot of strange people.As I prepared to go to my cousins' wedding ( the one I went to three weeks ago ) I realized that I had packed so many things, and they were scattered around many different places. I found pairs of earnings. I even lost my cell phone or had no signal or something in that nature. Then I thought I saw him, and the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced it was him. He saw me too, and we both realized we were once again in the same place. We didn't have a conversation yet we knew we had finally made contact. He was dressed nicely, had a vest on and a pair of corduroy jeans. He looked very stylish, not unlike the young boy he used to be. Somehow I thought he would be old and fat, but he did not disappoint my expectations. I knew I had changed, and reached a dead end and realized I had not payed much attention to where I was driving. I sought a chance to speak with him, but the more time passed the less chances there were to strike up a conversation.

I'd lost my children s' clothes and feared it had been lost.

calm resolution

I am overwhelmed. The sea looks calm in the horizon. Too calm. Then I remember the tsunami warning signs. It ocean is pulling back and the worst is yet to come. And so, I glance back again and sure enough, there it is. A humongous tidal wave, of the worst kind. I don't even bother to run away from it. I brace myself for destruction, for an eminent death. Would it be slow or quick? I would soon find out. The wave crashed furiously over everything, engulfing everything in its way. I managed to swim afloat, I survived, but I feared others were not as lucky. As I recall everything happened so quickly. Ask me if there were survivors and I'll say yes, but I knew none of these people. I shared with them my survival story, and explained how I took my fate with calm resolution, and how I believed that was the reason why I lived to tell my story. If others were so lucky, but none were people I knew....

save me

I see my son by the swimming pool. As I approach him I notice his grandfather and seven year old uncle are there too. Another man stands with his chubby son by the pool. His son seems to be the bullying kind, but acts like an angel as I approach. Suddenly my son is not in sight. I sense that something is wrong and my worst fears are confirmed when I see a shadow below the water in the deep end of the pool. I asked my dad if he had seen him and he said he was there a minute ago. My son does not know how to swim. I lunged towards him, fearing the worst. I tried my best to reach him before it was too late. I woke up instantly and felt relief when I realized it was just a bad dream.