I woke up at 5.30 again this morning, having had the strangest dream I have had in a long long time.
In this dream me and Yorkie are on holiday, some where hot and sunny and mountainous. It's our last day, and we're swimming in the sea. The weather has been wonderful, but today there is a large cloud hanging over the mountain which dominates the skyline to the left of the beach.
I'm in a mood because I'm happy on holiday and don't want to come home, but it's that time so we're swimming into the shore, gently in the shallows on the right of the beach where there's a small spit with trellising and plants growing up it.
Next thing this cloud starts to move away from the mountain and over the sea, still big and white and fluffy, and starts raining own bolts of lightening into the water! We start swimming as fast as we can to get out of the water, but one makes contact just close by us and we get a shock, a long one, but not too drastic (the lightning bolts were quite small, and in my dream it made sense that this meant they were not very strong... so much for those science lessons I took in school).
After that the lightning vanishes, and we're clinging to the trellising and plants, still in the water up to our arm pits. Then the water level starts to drop, and I look round behind us to see (the water is very clear) that the sea bed has opened up in 4 or 5 places, like there had been an earthquake. The water is rushing past us and threatening to drag us either out to sea, or under ground, so we cling to each other and this fence with all our strength, vowing never to let each other go.
That survived we start to panic about a tidal wave, if there has been an earth quake, there might be a tidal wave, so we start to run (as the water has all gone now) hand in hand, trying to find somewhere safe. Behind us the tidal wave is visible on the horizon, but thankfully, because the water was almost all gone where we were (either sucked out to build the wave, or drained by the cracks in the ground) very little of it affected where we were and we were saved.
One we'd calmed down from all that, I started to panic that I had lost my mum! She and John were supposed to be in a boat out at sea, and she can't swim! So I was hunting round trying to find her, wanted to take a boat out to look for her, crying my eyes out, and then I heard John calling me. He was on the other end of a marina, telling me that they had never gone to sea at all that day, they had gone to a museum and where fine.
And that's when I woke up.
Seriously vivid dream! I wonder what part of my subconsciousness dragged all that up?