I'm trying to leave the hotel where I work - or, where I used to work. The hotel is at the end of a spit, surrounded by the sea, and the road leaving the spit is narrow and somewhat windy. It's stormy out, and it was daytime but suddenly now it's dark. My friend is with me, I can't see him, it's like he's not really there, but still he is. And he is telling me to turn around, go back to the hotel. It's not safe to drive in this weather. There's a monsoon.
But I insist, I don't care about the weather, I have to get out of the hotel, and get far away from it. So I am in my little black mazda, driving up the spit towards the hill that takes me to higher ground. As I drive the spit, giant waves are crashing over the road, nearly washing my car right into the sea. My car is barely making it through the water, and the waves continue to come over the road, but they keep missing my car by inches. I drive faster, I just have to get up the hill, and I'll be safe. And finally, I reach the hill. I am overcome with horror.
The hill is collapsing underneath me, the Earth being swallowed into the sea. And my car is gone, and I am gone, I am dead.
And then I wake up.
But I insist, I don't care about the weather, I have to get out of the hotel, and get far away from it. So I am in my little black mazda, driving up the spit towards the hill that takes me to higher ground. As I drive the spit, giant waves are crashing over the road, nearly washing my car right into the sea. My car is barely making it through the water, and the waves continue to come over the road, but they keep missing my car by inches. I drive faster, I just have to get up the hill, and I'll be safe. And finally, I reach the hill. I am overcome with horror.
The hill is collapsing underneath me, the Earth being swallowed into the sea. And my car is gone, and I am gone, I am dead.
And then I wake up.
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