Flooding

In 2006, my son and I were outside on the porch. It was sunny. He was 3 1/2. I remember that day very well, incredibly clear. He raised his arm and swept a pointing finger over the landscape from one side to another and said "it's going to flood. It's all going to flood."

Within a week, I dreamt of it flooding so bad there were boats floating in our yard.

Within a month, it flooded in reality. But not like I thought he meant, and not like in my dream. It rained for a long time, and our road got so flooded that one of only two ways out stayed under water for months.



Last night I have a very vivid dream about being in my old house in Maine (which is there no longer) except it was...sturdier than it had been....reinforced like it had been rebuilt. The house had been good to begin with. An old house. But in my dream, it was like a fortress. I dreamt it rained for a long time. I dreamt Carol and her father were there, along with my parents, John, and Nicky. We were on the second floor which, in the dream, had been renovated from just an attic into an entire second floor.

Out the windows, I could see that the water had risen to about 3 feet, and it was still pouring. Then, for some reason, the chimney began to crumble. I kept saying no no no, and then suddenly the rain stopped. Next thing I know, the water has soaked into the ground and there is no ocean outside. But there is a highway. Which is strange because that house in Maine was on a rural road that got maybe one car passing by every few hours.

Sunflower seeds appear to be working.