In my dream, I had just got a new boyfriend. And I felt that singular radiating thrill as I curled up into him watching movies, seeing the light flickering across his face and torso. I had pastel visions of eternity while lying with him.
Then something that haunted him emerged as we visited this industrial farming site together. His brother was swallowed up beneath one of the grain silos (that apparently opened up and went to sea). He began shouting his brother's name like a madman (even though this happened years ago and his body was never recovered), Then without warning he dove straight into the pit and sunk beneath the ground. I screamed after him, gazing down into the foggy green lagoon of waste he had just disappeared within. Search parties followed him in panic, shining torches and wearing climbing harnesses.
I was pacing up and down with a crinkled tissue in my fist, bawling, soggy hair draped over my shoulders like dark tentacles. I had been welcomed into the forbidding, drafty (yet undeniably expensive and tasteful) farmhouse as the search went on through the night. As I paced in the corridor until my feet ached, through my burning eyes I kept seeing a little old man sat on an ottoman, and he stared at me blankly.
Then a surge of hope sprung up inside me as I was called out to a boat. My heart swelled with the urgency of it and made me dizzy. Then it turned out this fisherman just wanted my money for a t-shirt to commemorate the rescue effort.
Seems so vivid, how long did it take you to return to reality?