My Final Moment

Another dream of mine; about death and motherlove.

2014-01-28 My Final Moment

I stood by the window in a bleak, eigengrau and quite empty room. The window was remarkably big, covering the absolute most of the wall. Standing there, I was looking past the rocks, and above the sea. Because there I saw an enormous meteor falling diagonally from the dark nightsky to the right in my vision. A burning meteor of this rather outworldly size just cutting through our planets atmosphere with a speed beyond my imagination, causing a least to say impressively loud sound. I glared emptily at it with nothing but amaze, judging its course to pass right by the surface of Earth.
I was wrong.

I could see the meteor landing into the sea many, many kilometers away. Referring to these waves caused by the meteor as ”tsunami” would have been a grave understatement towards the extreme, and they were moving towards me faster than anything I had ever seen before. Save the meteor, of course. Realising this oncoming doom, my first thought was to find shelter. But just as quickly as that thought had hit me, I came to realise that I had absolutely no chance to even get down on the lower floor in time.
Even if I would, no shelter in the world could save me from this.
I looked behind me, and found my mother sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. Apparently knowing the death was coming for the both of us, her head was hanging low. As if she was filled with regret. I turned my back on the waves, on my very soon oncoming death, and walked towards my mother. I fell down on my knees in front of her amd proceeded to hug her. She closed her eyes calmly, hugged me back, and began smiling.
It felt like I was 7 year old again, but rather mature and experienced, calling out ”I love you, Mother!” as if I hadn’t said it enough. Which, admitedly, I hadn’t. I would rather not wear those words out �" even tho it could lead to a situation where I would find myself in a time and place where it was already too late, and where I would face regret.

I hugged her harder than ever before to live out my final moment, closed my eyes, and awaited my death. Just like her.

Author's Note

-Nonsense? It's a dream.
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