The Flood
When I was little, I had a recurring dream. I was in a boat with my mother and an older male dressed in a dark jacket. I was a bit suspicious of him because I couldn’t remember who he was and he looked rather serious. I was overwhelmed. The water was everywhere and I could feel the power of its stream surrounding and carrying the boat. I couldn’t see the opposite shore and could only remember the fog. Lack of sunlight and dark green and gray colors prevailed.
When I told my mother about it, she said that it wasn’t a dream, but a real event – the flood.
