On September 11 2015, I had a dream that I was at the beach overlooking the water from a two story balcony.
I was with some acquaintances and extended family. I was trying to tell them about a severe weather forecast that I saw, but no one would turn to me and listen. They all continued to laugh and talk amongst each other.
I looked out at the ocean and I noticed a large wave coming in. It landed and moved up the coast as a rising tide would. I tried to get them to look at it, but no one listened to me.
Then a second wave came, even larger. It continued to creep it’s way inland further up on the sand. Still no one would look at me while I continued to preach of the weather that was coming. I told them a tsunami is coming and we must get ready.
Then a third wave came and it crested higher than all the others. When it splashed down I asked everyone, “Did you see that wave?!!”
This time it got their attention and they stopped talking. Everyone got very still and quiet as they looked toward the ocean, but no one moved.
Next, a fourth and final wave rose up and crashed on the beach and the water rose so high that it came up and touched our ankles on the second story balcony. Finally, everyone began to listen to me. They frantically started running around chaotically saying that they needed to go to the store.
I told them, “It is probably too late. You will be flooded on the way to the store. That’s why I tried to warn you of the forecast!”
My sister-in-law turned to me nonchalantly and said, “Oh it’s okay, we can just sleep in your living room.”
I woke up with a feeling of frustration that no one would listen or prepare for the storm.