Posts Tagged ‘water’

The one and only church left in Jerusalem was burning. Towering flames lit the sky and illuminated crowds of people in the street. Most were celebrating the inferno. I walked into a nearby museum and into its massive marble floored lobby. Dozens of cameras mounted on the walls snapped photos of me from every angle, checking to see if I was a terrorist. Luckily, I was not.

I passed through the museum and out the back to a large, mostly vacant airfield. My favorite professor was giving a lecture on warfare and today the class was being held inside a Learjet parked out on the airstrip. Kevin, Lucas, and Melissa were attending the class with me. We filed into the jet and I made my way through the small group of other students to take a seat in the back, buckling myself into the leather chair. I could see a small river flowing by the airfield outside my window.

We watched with growing concern as the banks overflowed and water started flooding into the airfield and under our plane.

The professor stood at the front of the jet but hadn’t started his lecture yet. Not many of the students seemed interested anyway, as they were all talking about the dam upstream on the  river. A large flow of water was scheduled to be released down the river and was predicted to flood a local baseball field. We all though that was a terrible idea, as it would probably ruin the game scheduled to be played that night. As if on cue, the river began to rise and was soon flooding much more severely than we had predicted. We watched with growing concern as the banks overflowed and water started flooding into the airfield and under our plane.

It became apparent that the water wasn’t going to carry us away, so we kept calm. That calm was soon sundered as one of the students pointed out the window. “Oh no, the dam!” The river’s water level surged and headed straight for the airfield.  The current swept under the jet and began to carry it away. I reacted quickly, rushing to the front of the jet and shutting the door just as it was about to be inundated. The jet bobbed up and down in the water as we headed down what was now a massive river. A light sprinkle of rain started, quickly turning into a constant downpour. Waves began to grow larger with each passing moment.

Lucas decided this was a perfect time to start messing around and jump up and down on the plane, seeing if he could get it to flip over. “Stop being stupid and fucking around,” I yelled at him. “You’re going to make us tip over and drown!”

The jet bobbed up and down in the water as we headed down what was now a massive river.

The flood current turned and we started heading straight for a giant air hanger on the edge of the field. Tower walls of water rose before the jet, dwarfing our makeshift boat. I grabbed the controls and somehow managed to force the jet around to hit the waves head on. It was our only chance to prevent capsizing. A tall chain link fence stuck out of the water in front of us and I called out to the rest of those on board.

“Brace yourselves!”

“Brace yourselves!” The plane plowed through the fence without even a jostle.

“Did you just say brace yourselves?” Melissa asked incredulously. She thought it was a truly ridiculous thing to say.

“Yeah, yeah,” I replied. I decided to embrace it and took it to the next level, shouting out like a pirate. “All right me ‘arties! This be it! This storm be rougher’n your mother’s arse!”

Everyone laughed.

Note: Hey, only 4 months between posts this time. Progress. I’ve got tons of dreams recorded in a backlog, it’s just a measure of typing them up.

 

 

 

The heavy rain had finally let up, and my young friend and I entered the barn looking for some mischief and fun.  The interior was poorly lit, but the ceiling cast a faint blue light down from its metal roof.  The barn’s large open space was completely flooded and had become a deep pool of black water.  On the other side of the door an old wooden boat lay broken but still floating against the wall.  Long ropes and steel cables hung from the ceiling, drooping across the water and boat.  Suspended high above the boat was the corpse of a man who had hanged himself with the cables.

We jumped in the cold dark water and began swimming out to the boat.  The plan was to climb up the ropes above the boat and then let go, plummeting through the open cargo hold below and rebounding back up off some old, warped lumber and out into the water.  It was going to be fun, my friend reassured me.  He’d done it many times before.

I slowly pulled myself up the ropes, mostly avoiding glances at the hanging corpse as I climbed.  Scattered drops of water still rained from the cracks in the roof near my head. My friend smiled up at me from below where he tread water near the boat, waiting for me to let go.  I looked down and grimaced.  The path to the open hole in the boat was not directly below me, and looked much too dangerous.

Instead I reached across to another hanging rope, this one suspended by a pulley near the ceiling.  I descended rather quickly as the counterweight on the other side of the pulley burst out of the water.  It was another corpse, pale and rotten.  I dropped into the pool and swam to its edge where it met a shop room inside the barn.  This room wasn’t flooded yet, but a steady rain picked up that dripped through the ceiling and penetrated my rain coat.  The cold water slid down my back and I hunched over, sneaking between bits of old farm machinery parts as I sought an exit.

I used to be a polar bear, but was now a man.  Apparently this is a rare thing, and a female scientist came by from the local research station to study me and ask some questions.  She was bundled against the cold in a bright yellow rain coat and thick boots.  I was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans.  I used to be a polar bear after all.  We walked along the surface of a frozen river and I tried to show her what I had learned in my time as a polar bear.   The most important thing was how to break the ice on the river’s surface.

It was simply impossible to break the layer of ice on top of the river in any way other than the method I was about to show her.  A thin ribbon of ice-free water slowly streamed by in the center of the river.  Small sheets of ice already broken off floated by on the edges of the water, bumping into the ice on either side.  I jumped up and down on the ice near the water’s edge to show the scientist how strong it was, then bent to retrieve a thin berg floating nearby.

Placing this small piece of ice on top of the solid sheet, I gingerly stepped back.  Carefully, I extended my foot and put the slightest pressure on top.  The ice instantly gave way, and a large chunk broke off and floated downriver.  My companion was delighted, and went to try it herself.  She picked up a thick layer of ice floating nearby and pulled it up on the ice she was standing on.  She set it down and then stepped out, bringing her full weight on top.  The ice shattered, sending her plunging into the frigid water below.

I just sighed.  Some bears just don’t learn very well.  With a jolt of realization I remembered she was not in fact a polar bear, but a human being.  I scrambled to the edge of the ice and peered over into the water’s depths.  I could see her a few feet beneath the surface, struggling against the river’s inexorable icy pull.  I pleaded with her to swim, to resist the bone chilling cold seeping into her body.  With a growing sadness I watched her limbs slow to stillness.  Her skin had turned a light shade of blue.

The ice I was kneeling on gave way, and I too plunged into the water.  I braced myself against the coming shock but was surprised when it didn’t come.  The water felt perfectly comfortable.  Of course, I used to be a polar bear.  Berating myself as a fool, I swam over, grabbed the scientist and  began pulling her back towards shore.  After a few seconds I realized I wasn’t making any progress.  The river’s current had picked up pace significantly.  I looked downstream and my mouth fell agape in panic.  Only a few yards down, the river plummeted into a narrow culvert in the side of the bank.  If we got sucked into that, there would be no coming out, even for a former polar bear.

I wrapped her arms around my chest, hoping that some flicker of life remained inside her giving her the strength to hold on.  I swam for the edge of the shore, but the bank hung out over the water’s edge, too steep to climb up.  Turning on my back in the water, I pulled us along upstream until we finally reached a section low enough I could heave us out of the water.

I lay on my back, clutching her to my chest, screaming for help.