I truly pray this is for real because the dreams I am about to tell you about have been haunting me for years now. They only come now and then, but they are so real I wake up screaming or sweating with an extreme heart rate. I can't return back to sleep and hate the idea of returning back to bed the next day. They are so overwhelmingly vivid and often during the middle of the afternoon. A year or so later, a flashback will come to me and cause the same feeling of anxiety. There are only three dreams, but the same three. I didn't write them down until a couple of years later but the dream still remains the same.

The first one I had was in 1993. I was living on the Jersey shore, so it took place there. In this dream, I stand in a building talking to a couple of young men about nothing really. Then outside wind kicks up outside, the sky begins to change colors, from pale blue to dark lavender. Then it goes from yellow to bright orange. The ocean smells strong and the world goes silent. No noise anywhere. I am the only person who notices this. No one will acknowledge me. I look at everyone, but they just stand there saying nothing. There's a cold rush of air, and I look out the window to see a huge wall of water coming right at the shore. There's nowhere to go, no escape. Everyone just stands there, waiting to die. I look at them, and then the water and the wave over comes us. This dream isn't as frequent as the next one…

The world is hot, dry and stagnant. I am dragging my daughter along behind me. She is crying. She wants water. I know there is none. No one has found water in a long time. I haven't seen anyone in along time. I just know I have to keep going, I need to drag her if need be onward. She is screaming crying, throwing herself on the dead jungle floor. She keeps getting tangled in the dead roots and vines of this place. I yell for help but there is no one to hear me. Finally I see an open space. I pull and the two of us are standing on the edge of the shore line. There is one other couple there. The woman is sad. The man is holding her up. They are wearing rags on their bodies and their feet. I can see the blisters on their bodies and then feel the heat myself. The sun is burning so much hotter than I have ever felt, the sand is burning my feet. My daughter is no longer crying, but lying in a lump at my feet. She may be dead. I don't know, but the water we needed is the ocean and it is green! Deep emerald green. It too is hot. It's not moving, no waves. It smells dead.

As the dream comes to an end I can see the whole landscape. It is just me and the couple standing there on the shore, but the land is not what it should be. I have a knowing - the only bit of land left in the world is the land we were standing on. The world is water. The island we are on is only about 300 feet wide. As the sun burns a hot bright white orange, I know it will be over soon, because the water is getting closer to my feet.

The last recurring dream was has to do with water, too. It's shorter, but still the same message. It has me sitting in my house, knowing the rain outside is stopping me from getting to my appointment. I know I need to get to my mother's house to help her stop the rain from getting in her house. But I can't. I look out the back door to see the street filling with water. I go to the front door to see a river flowing beside it. I need to get out. I can't. I run upstairs and call someone to tell them not to worry as long as the foundation holds up. As that thought enters my mind, the house moves. The water is gushing so fast and furious outside it's as if a dam broke, I begin to scream as the walls come in.

These three dreams keep coming back over and over again. There are times when I try to stop them before they start but I can't. This may sound silly but my heart rate is elevated just by writing this again.