When You Least Expect It...

Standing in the kitchen of my dad's house with Connie and LaNece. A little bit of bantering never hurt anyone. We are just having some fun and some laughs.

All of a sudden we notice that it is getting really dark outside, like there is a serious storm brewing.

Connie leaves the room to check things out. LaNece and I go over to the window to see what is going on.

I begin to notice waves coming across through the air. It is as if I am watching everything through a special lens that is moving. It all seems blurry and the air is thicker than I've ever experienced. Somehow the pressure in the air begins to literally force LaNece and I down to the floor. It is as if we are moving in slow motion.

It is then that I realize it is a nuclear blast that we are experiencing. There is no longer sound. Just pressure. I can still see LaNece right next to me as we are falling to the floor. The last thing I remember was us holding each other as I tell her that I love her but she can't hear me. The pressure in the air is deafening. I desperately want her to hear me.

In some strange way it becomes peaceful and I feel like it is OK that she didn't hear me because I know that she already knows. I see her lips moving as she tells me she loves me and then her eyes close as she slips from this life. I know that I am right behind her.

The tears began to flow from such a curiously touching and terminal moment. I am overwhelmed with emotion. And then I wake up...tears streaming down my face. The experience of the incredibly vivid dream is unshakable from my mind but I am unable to fully tell the story of the dream to anyone without crying. Writing it is no exception, even three years later.

The power of a dream...what emotions they can evoke...what depths they can live in...how dormant they can become...until one day, when you least expect it...