Dear dream diary, today a friend stopped in the office, and told me that tomorrow (October 17th) is the last day of the U.S. as we know it. He pointed out that if THEY don’t raise the debt ceiling we will default on our bills and CHINA! I doubt it will come to that, but it did remind me of my dream last night. I had a hard time remembering it but I do remember forcing myself to wake up do to how afraid I was of what WAS ABOUT TO HAPPEN… So here it is.
As in dreams I somehow ended up in a very dirty river. What I knew was that I was here due to some accident, or misfortune and my goal was to get out, BUT, I could not, I was in a small floating boat or something like that no bigger than an office desk. I wasn’t alone, I don’t know who was with me but for some reason I believe it was my father. The river was running very fast and it was as much mud as it was water. The river was brown. One of the reasons we couldn’t get out of the river was because it had eroded down about 7 to 10 feet below the surface of the ground and the banks of the rivers were straight drops to the water below, so here we were floating down the river at an alarming rate and trying to grab anything that stuck out from the banks and or fell over into the river from above. It was raining hard. The river flowed back and forth, you could never see very far down the channel because of all the twists and turns, I remember thinking we were coming to a lake and would be able to paddle to shore because it looked as if around the next corner it opened up and I could see that the banks of the river fell away. To my horror it was a water fall of say 40 to 60 feet, it fell away into a perfectly round sinkhole and at entire 60 foot circle was a churning vortex pulling everything down, down, down to who knows where. We desperately grabbed for the tree roots as we can to the water fall only to have the banks cave in and give way as we began to fall into the whirlpool! That is when I forced myself awake; it was 4:50 in the morning. Good day.