A Dream

I was at a house that was on a hill. The hill looked a lot like the hill we used to live on when we lived in the trailor only there were more houses on it. Lots of family and friends were around. Some of them were walking on the hill. Some of them were in the house. I knew they were there more by feeling than by sight though. The only faces that I saw were Mom's and Dad's and "Giggleman's" and J's and "Flower's". A storm was brewing--we could hear the thunder. And we had all moved out onto the back patio of the house to watch it.

A rainbow appeared. But it wasn't a normal rainbow. It started out as just a red, yellow, and blue line coming up from the horizon. Then, as it arched, the colors merged to create the orange, green, and violet. When it hit the other end of its arch there was a loud noise-like a tree splitting only much much bigger. A lightning bolt came stretching across the sky from behind the house (and us). A split second before it actually happened I knew; the sky was going to split open. Behind the bolt, like a zipper being unzipped, was a gap where the blue of the sky parted revealing black and stars. The further the bolt went towards the horizon the bigger the split became.

I yelled to Giggleman and the others to grab hands. I said it must be the end of the world. We started floating up towards the crack in the sky-all holding hands. And we started singing. I can't remember the song. But I remember that it was something that came from inside me and I had to sing it and then, I realized, that everyone was singing and everyone knew the song and it was coming from inside all of us. It reminded me a little bit of "A Mighty Fortress" but it was richer and more melodic than any song I've ever heard.

And then, I "woke up". I was back in the house that my parents live in now. And I went downstairs and told Mom about the dream. She said it was interesting. And said laughing, "Maybe it's a sign."

And then I really did wake up.