I will share briefly because I cannot remember in detail and I have lost the paper that I wrote my dream on. After reading this post of the Cruiseships, I remembered a dream I had in 2008.
In the dream, I remember walking with my boyfriend into what we thought was an abandoned home yet we later find out that in the multiplex/duplex story home that there were people on the second level of the house. It looked like an old victorian duplex home that had been damaged and parts of the house had been distroyed. I remember being welcomed by the people in this home. I remember it being a time of hardship and despair as the world was either ending or a horrible event had taken place or a war was going in the city or town I was in. I don’t know since that is where my dream begins. I remember than leaving this area of houses and ending up with my boyfriend on a pier with tons of cruise ships. Theses cruiseships were being filled with people and we were trying to escape something… whether it was a war or a natural disaster, I am not sure what. I knew that once I was on the ship and seeing the rest of the ships that this wasn’t a vacation trip but an escape from danger for everyone on these cruiseships. I remember seeing people crying in agony, despair, fear, and loss. I remember my boyfriend separating from me to help an old man. The next thing I know I am in this luxury cabin room that has this huge window view/deck. I stepped out to the deck and I remember praying with people and feeling frightened and alone with fear in my heart and thinking I’m going to die. Then I control my feelings and say if it happens then it will happen as I continue to pray. Then out of nowhere in the distance I see these fireballs like missles going towards one of the cruiseships next to the one I was in and it explodes. Then large fireballs like five of them come towards all the cruise ships and it hits the front part of the cruiseship I am on. Then another fireball comes straight at me and I wake up. This was the end of my dream. I live in the bayarea and when I had this dream I wasn’t really sure where I was. But when I read this part of this post, I remembered my dream. I also then had another dream shortly after this dream, where I escaped this massive flooding in California. I remember trying to make it around freeways and roads to get to one of my friends that has been living in Los Angeles for years. When I had this dream I assumed I was in Los Angeles, since I met up with her and was in her home in my dream, which looks nothing like her apartment now. These dreams were interesting and popped up in my mind right after I read about Crissyfields.