Tsunami of a Dream

My feet were digging into the side of a monstrous sandy hill as I scrambled up it. I kept glancing back, watching the ocean slosh around it's salty water the way a child sloshes around water in a bucket. "Run! Harder," I could hear in my head as waves began to scurry up to my feet as if to tease me that it was coming. Now my fingers were grabbing at the side of of the earth. "RUN!"



Ah! A house. A beautiful old house with the front doors wide open. Refuge! My sandy feet hit the wooden planks of the porch and I bounce inside, rounding a corner and up the carpet covered stairs. "Higher! Get Higher!" My hands reaching out in front of me, grabbing the rail and pulling me along.



My fingers, starting to ache, grab ahold of the pocket doors and slam them shut behind me. I take careful steps backwards, watching the doors.... and listening. Waves, filling the house.



The house begins to pitch forward. My arms are out to catch myself, the energy is tense and strong. I watch as the waves begin to find it's way into my safe haven. I step back into another room, still focused on the doors, those large dark wood doors.



First the plaster started to crack. I could hear the frame of the house begin to pop. No sooner do I turn and smash a window to escape does the house relinquished it's structure to the force of the waves.



I turn to see my refuge pulled down my monstrous sandy hill and be swallowed by the ocean.



I pull my fingers out of the dirt, clearly I had clutched on to the earth for dear life. I stand and face the ocean, now quieting down to a simmer. I am sore. I am tired.



I am here.



My eyes sprung open far earlier than I had wanted. 6:17am. Or for your military folk 0617. I swear I could smell the ocean in my room. My dream instantly made sense to me.



I am a firm believer that everything that happens, happens for a reason. If I were to create a religion, this would be a pillar.



I thought I was going to die. Not figuratively - literally. The long and short of it was I started training to run the Army 10 Miler and an old knee injury (thank you West Mt and learning to ski) started to rear it's ugly little head. Or so I thought. Questions about what they saw on the MRI and next thing I know am I being spoken to about being screened for Leukemia.



Uhhh, Leukemia! Are you freaking kidding me. I wanted to run, not die!



I was shown the pictures and given a bit of a "low down." I went home and like an idiot researched what I saw online (always a bad idea but we all do it) and for the life of me I couldn't convince myself one way or another that I was going to be ok.



But I am ok. Got the word yesterday.



Its amazing what a little death (or thought of death) can do for you. I did some hardcore soul searching. There are things that I want to do with my life that I haven't even started. I want to go back to school. So now I am. My ship isn't going to come in, I have to go and get it. And I love writing. I LOVE IT. I'm not the best, I write about off the wall stuff sometimes, but I love it. So I'm back, writing.



There are other little things too, but much like my own personal tsunami dragged what I thought was my safe haven away, in the end there I was, standing tall, proud and strong. I was tired and sore, but I was strong.



I'm good at building little safe havens for myself. Physically, emotionally. I think I got too comfortable in the one I was living in. Its been swept away.



Things happen and they happen for a reason.