Fictitious tale....or reflection of reality

this morning i woke up with a start....
6am....
closed my eyes and woke up again with a start....
8am....
my eyes fixed on the blue sky outside as my breath slowed...
it was only a dream....
…but twice in a row...

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It was in my room…with my furniture…but arranged differently.
It was the end of days….
The water is creeping up…up from the western shore…is slowing devouring the land..
We must flee…fly at once.
“if we travel far enough east, will the water catch up to us? Can we be spared?” I asked.
“no. the water will rise, until the whole earth is covered with water….and the water will remain for 88 years.”
“88 years?”
“yes.”
….That means even if I survive the water, I’d die before seeing this land again…and how many more will sleep?

“Never again will a life be cut off by the waters of a flood; never again will there be a flood to destroy the earth…”

The feeling of dread and sadness was overwhelming…
It was time to leave, but my feet wouldn’t budge…
My fingers lingered on the shelves…what’s inside? I can’t seem to see…but I don’t want to part with it…the grief…it’s unbearable.

“live ur lives as strangers here in reverent fear…”

But why? What’s in the shelves? What’s in the shelves that are making this parting full of desolation? ….i can’t see…

“do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”

Walking towards the door, I pulled open another shelf…stars… it’s full of paper stars…have I forgotten? I’m suppose to give these stars to the dreamer…they’re thank you notes….the dreamer has been wonderfully good to me…and yet I’ve never told him my appreciation….have I forgotten? How many days? 20 days til the water takes over…have I enough time to send the dreamer these stars before it’s too late? Before we die?….woe to me…the regrets….the despondency…

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Staring at the blue sky…I wondered why…I wondered why I did not feel excited to leave this strange land and be with the Lamb. I wondered why I felt so sad… I wondered what was in the other shelves that made this a misery….i wondered why there WAS something in the shelves…I wondered where my heart really lies. I wondered if I’d break when the end is near. I wondered if I’ll ever live up to my words….”never will I forsake Thee”…I cried.