Dreams are funny things. All too often they waft through your subconscious like some surreal Salvador Dali painting, making no apparent rhyme or reason, yet upon wakening you feel that somehow there should be something you should learn or find out from the experience. For two nights in a row I found myself on board Noah’s Ark – but as to how or why I had somehow earned that rare privilege, I do not know. However, I can reliably impart that the ark I found myself on was a far cry from the huge wooden floating barn of several thousand years ago.
It all started when I was picked up from home via a bus shuttle, and upon proffering my Golden ticket of passage (don’t ask me how I acquired that!) I was ushered aboard and told to move down to the back to make room for more passengers. We were told our luggage was already en route to the departing vessel, and upon arriving at the scene of departure, beheld a huge open sports playing field devoid of any water but hosting a ginormous ocean liner on the grass. I was ushered aboard with all due courtesy, noting from the corner of my eye the huge queue of various animals proceeding up a gangplank to the lower levels, all duly tagged and carrying their various customs and quarantine papers which they all presented to a friendly steward to be stamped before embarking. Soft music was piped through the intercom, and I found myself shown to a luxurious oceanview suite, complete with minibar, ensuite, TV/DVD, coffee making facilities, a queen sized bed and a small private sitting room. A complimentary basket of fruit was on the coffee table along with a brochure of the ship’s amenities and a general itinerary for the next forty days and nights. I had no sooner taken a seat than the captain’s polished tones came over the intercom “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking. We will be shortly witnessing a most interesting and never to be repeated weather event. Refreshments will be served shortly in the main ballroom on the second deck where we will have an unparalleled view. Smart casual dress is required.” In no time at all I found myself in a cocktail dress and heels under an ornate ceiling complete with chandeliers, a chilled glass in hand and watching with disembodied disbelief as the skies outside darkened considerably. A massive crack of thunder briefly lit up the ballroom and we could all hear the thunderous rain teeming down outside. Going over to the balcony, I could see people standing in the middle of the city streets in the distance staring with dumb disbelief at the water pooling higher and higher around their ankles and then their knees. Then out of nowhere a massive wave roared in blocking everything from sight and our ship was seaborne, lurching sharply enough to send us all scrambling for a safe seat. I have a vague recollection of stewards coming in with platters of cocktail snacks, but I woke up at that point and found myself wondering what happened after that. I especially wanted to know what would happen once the forty day/night cruise was over and we found ourselves atop Ararat.
So how does one interpret something like this? Is something telling me that a cruise is on the cards? Or is this a more ominous portent of the consequences of global warming? Read into this what you will, but if anyone out there has any ideas how this weird tale would end, by all means let me know!
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