To soak it in.

Strange dreams again last night. First of all, I was somewhere that looked sort of like the hostel, only far bigger with more open indoor areas. It started to rain, only slightly, so we all started to remove all of the covers and pillows and blankets from outside, so they wouldn't get wet. After moving 2 benches to the main building, I went into the little side room to see what was going on in there. To my surprise and shock, Bethan was sitting on the first chair inside. She was a little grown up and had developed perfect speech. She seemed very smiley, despite all of the pestering I was doing. I asked her what I could do to help, and she said that there wasn't anything, that everything was fine. I said that it obviously wasn't, but she just kept saying that everything is OK, that there isn't anything I can do. This exchange went on for a while, I kept trying to pick her up to take her outside but she wouldn't let me. Everything is fine, that was all she would say. This was frustrating, but calming at the same time. As with all dreams that have Bethan in, it did not last long enough. I could feel myself willing it to continue. I would give up the real world to exist purely in that small portion of a dream.

What happened next was a bit of a blur. The rain grew heavier, I startled and looked outside. People were scattering around, either heading inside the building or out of the premises all together. I returned my glance to the room I was in and Bethan had gone. I headed outside to be in the rain, to soak it in, to do my usual Shawshank's Redemption impression. I stood outside, threw my arms out and closed my eyes. Everything was fine.

When I opened my eyes, I was moving. My legs weren't moving, my feet weren't moving, my hands and arms were not moving. I was being moved. I managed to work out that I was actually on the crest of a body of water, that was surging through a town that looked slightly like Shrewsbury. It was taking cars, buildings and people with it, but I was pretty much untouchable at the head of it. I didn't feel any of the pain that must have been felt by the people being swept up. I didn't feel any of the fear that these people did. Everything was fine.

The town was flooded. The water underneath me subsided and I was left outside of the town with a few other people I recognized but did not know. They were all on their mobile phones, asking people if they were OK, whether the water was still strong where they are. I could only assume that floods had ravaged the entire area, but the worst was done. Everything was fine.

And then I woke up. Or at least had conscious understanding of being awake, as you can never really pinpoint the exact moment you are awake, the lines are far too blurry there. But I was definitely not asleep anymore.

Everything is fine.