First the heavy turbulence, metal screeching noises and people screaming. And now this.
I know I have always feared the vast dark ocean, but this is something else. This is terrifying. The storm is making it worse. The rain drops feel heavy and are huge. I feel like I am in another world right now. If only I could just see a speck of land somewhere. I can see a few other orange blobs bobbing up and down. I hope they are alright. Will we get any help? I wonder how long that is going to take.
These shivers are definitely not from the wind. It has to be from the images racing in my head. I can’t seem to shake them off. Why does the picture of that gigantic monster of a whale, outlined below a lonely raft rider, keep swimming in my head!
The water seems almost murky. It must be a good thing after all. If it was clear, I would notice something down there. As it is, my brain is conjuring mutating shapes all around me.
Nope, closing my eyes is of no help either.
Is this a dream? Am I in a dream? Why am I not waking up. I have had enough; my nerves can’t take it anymore. I knew I would be scared of the ocean, but nothing had prepared me for this deafening noise. Why are the waves so loud? I can hardly hear myself think.
Wake up, wake up.
‘Finally! Are you alright? Wow, you are sweating so much! Another bad dream?’
‘Yes. A nightmare!’
‘And… anything? ..that you remember?’
‘No. As always.’
‘Hey, it’s OK. Listen, I have news for you. You won’t believe it! We are off the waiting list. We got the tickets!’
‘Are you serious! When are we flying?’
‘Tomorrow’.
