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November 12, 2007 / Monday
Shipwreck!
I was at the train station with my mom, and between connections she wanted to find a bathroom. We went down a level to where they had a couple single person ones. We waited briefly, and then it was her turn.
While I waited, I found myself on a boat. A big wooden boat out in the sea. The swells were huge! I got tossed twenty feet straight in the air, during which time I twisted a 360 for a full view of everything around the boat. Nothing but water. I hoped that I'd land in the spot from which I launched, and I did. Phew!
Next came rolly waves from the side. A big one hit us and the boat did a full upside down roll to the right. I was afraid I'd fall out, but for some reason my feet remained planted to the deck. I hoped that that meant my mom was still okay in the bathroom. Centrifugal force, please have kept whatever was in the toilet in the toilet!
I looked port side and saw a weird stream of water jet toward the front of the boat from an angle. The next thing I knew, the boat was starting a backward somersault. I knew we weren't going to make it out of this one intact. "Darn it," I thought, "I can't swim that well yet!" Then, blackness.
I had a little pocket of air, and by little, I mean I savored every breath as if it'd be my last (now that I think about it, I probably had the sheet pulled over my nose). I knew it wouldn't last forever, so I finally took one last deep breath and busted my way out of the dark little air pocket. I found myself on land. I was on First Street, actually, of a San Francisco that didn't look anything like it really does.
I saw a couple green porta potty shells and ran toward them looking for my mom. No mom. There was no one around anywhere, for that matter. I ran back and forth through the random wreckage, looking for my mom and wondering where the rest of the boat went. Then I headed for the beach, which was, for some reason, two blocks down and two blocks over from where I had landed.
Once there, I found my mom sitting along the seawall with lots of other folks from the boat. My aunt was there, too, chatting with my mom. I was so relieved to see her. I gave her a huge hug. She just looked at me nonchalantly, with an expression that said, "Oh, there you are." I turned and looked over my shoulder. The boat was there, battered but intact. I guess it had survived the somersault and the captain had managed to point it at the city and run it aground on the beach.
And then, I don't know. I didn't understand why my mom was acting like nothing really terrible had just happened. And how the hell did I end up so far inland? Well, at least I didn't drown.
November 12, 2007 09:40 AM | Dreams
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I found your blog by trying to find a contact for the Burninators. I am hosting a B/C level women's hockey tournament in Phoenix, Arizona from March 7th-9th, 2008. I'd love to have a few Californian teams participate, and I was wondering if your team or any other team in your area might be interested in playing.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Eliza Wilson
erh100@yahoo.com
Posted by: E Wilson at November 12, 2007 03:56 PM