It was a beautiful day. The sun was out, hardly a cloud in the sky and the ones there were the small, puffy ones. The birds were chirping and the grass was completely submerged in water.
He stepped out of the grass shocked and crouched down looking closer. Something didn’t look right. The grass was under water, but the water was clear. All the videos he had ever seen of flooding showed the water as brown, full of debris. This was as if someone had laid down liquid glass. Glass that was slowly rising. He noticed it starting to flow slowly onto the raised sidewalk.
He turned and hurried back inside to let the others know.
Several people were inside. The family had gathered for their yearly get together barbecue. He let them know what he saw, but they just shrugged him off. Maybe it had rained hard last night, maybe a local water main had broken. Nothing to be worried about. They had shrugged the oddness of the situation off too quickly.
Dylan looked outside at the water again. It hadn’t risen since he was looking at it before. Maybe it was just some normal situation and just looked odd. He turned away and went to the second floor deck to enjoy the barbecue that had been setup there.
The party went on for a few hours. They laughed, they reminisced, they spoke of where they were in their lives and where they were going. They completely forgot the oddness that happened that morning.
Dylan walked out the front door having been sent down the street for more soda. The second he stepped down one of the three steps to the sidewalk he knew something was wrong. He had stepped into what felt like a puddle, but it was too high to make sense. The water had risen to up over the three steppes and had almost reached the top of the porch. He looked around outside the yard and saw the water was just as high as far as he could see. It was difficult to truly see how far due to the clarity, but he could see a ripple in the distance that let him know the entire area was flooded. He stepped back up to the porch, shook the loose water off of his shoes, and ran back inside.
He let the others know what he had seen and that worried them. The water was too high to dare crossing. The house was on the top of a hill and they would have to go down several dozen feet to get anywhere. They decided the safest idea was to wait it out, stay on the upper level, possibly on the roof. Wait and hope someone would be by with a boat.
The house was well built and would stand for a long time since the water was just rising and not flowing. There would be no pull one way or another. The basement hadn’t even started to flood yet, though it is only a matter of time. The water was just below the foundation and only a little lower from the front door. Soon the water would start coming in and search out the lowest ground.
His aunt had called 911, but got no response. She called the local police, but got no response as well. She tried several other numbers, but also got no one. The lines weren't disconnected, the other side would just ring and ring, never pick-up. She gave up with a vary worried look on her face.
Dylan looked out over the balcony. He could see the neighbors house, but it was a distance away, too far for him to make anyone out. He found a pair of binoculars and checked again. He still could not see anyone, but their deck was on the other side. He climbed onto the roof to check the other side. Still he couldn’t see anyone, though he could see their deck.
This time of year it wasn’t unheard of that no one would be around. His grandfather lived in a relatively rich area and most people left for summer vacation.
Just then he heard a sound of rushing water. He went downstairs with a few of the others and confirmed what he thought. The water had reached the door and flooded the first floor. The sound was the water falling down the basement steps. The water was still clear, as if it refused to pick anything up while it moved.
They went back up the stares. The sound eventually went away, the basement completely full. Everything down there was probably ruined. The important sentimental things had already been brought up to the second floor, but everything else was now under water.
Several more hours had passed, it was now dinner time. The sun was still full in the sky, but it hung low. The sky started to turn light orange, a beautiful sight rippling with the water that had now reached the second floor. No one had come, no one had even passed by. The house was under a common flight rout, but they hadn’t even seen one plane.
The family was huddled on the roof, still several feet above the water, but they thought it best to stay out of it. Dylan sat on the edge of the roof looking out, hoping to see someone, anyone. He watched the sun start to set behind the distant trees. The sky turning a rich red flowing to dark purple on the other side of the horizon. He had been watching the moon rise for a while, now almost a quarter way across the sky.
They knew that if the water continued to rise as it has, even the roof wouldn’t be safe. But they had no where to go, the closest higher ground was over a mile away. A long way for someone to swim. A long way to go in the dark.
The sun had completed it’s journey and had set for the night, only a red glow could be seen in the distance. The stars had started to come out. Without any lights in the houses or on the street, they could be seen fully. It was a breathtaking sight, enough to take their minds off of the fear for a little while. long enough for them to fall into an uncomfortable sleep. Constant fear can tire anyone out.
Dylan woke in the middle of the night. He could still see the moon, but it was low in the sky. The stars were still out in full, still an striking site. Off in the distance he could see light, a distinct yellow glow coming from the other side of the trees. At first he thought it was the sun starting to come up, but he realised it was in the wrong direction, coming from the north. He watched it for several minutes, but it did not fade, did not grow ether. It was a constant light, something that stayed put. A sign of life.
He looked down and could see the water had only reached about half way up the second floor. It had stopped rising, or at least slowed greatly. He turned to tell the others, but decided to let them sleep. They would need their rest if any of them were to try to make the trip toward the light. He soon managed to fall back to sleep himself, his fear starting to wane. He had a hope, more then he had that evening.
When he awoke the sun was already over the distant hills. The others had started to wake up as well. He looked down and saw the water still hadn’t risen any further. That’s good, one less thing to worry about.
After the others woke he let them know what he found. There was something to the north, probably on the hills, above where the water would have risen. They decided that it was too much of a risk for everyone to go, but they would need someone to try. Dylan was the best option, had been in the swim team at school and had kept up with practice even after he graduated.
Before he went he had to get food for the others. He didn’t know how long he would be or even if he did find anyone if they could come back to get them. They had plenty of food that would be safe from the water. Plenty of things in air tight packages. They were, however, in the kitchen on the first floor. All the food on the deck was open and would have been ruined.
Dylan stood on the edge of the roof looking into the water. It was still as clear as it had been the previous morning, almost clear enough to not know it was there. He decided to jump into the water in front of the house and go in threw the front door. That seemed like a safer idea then trying to wade threw the second floor and down the steps.
He pulled off his shoes, found a good space with out anything under it he could potentially hit, and jumped in. The water felt like nothing. He could feel the impact and the pressure of the water, but it didn’t feel cold as he expected. He felt as if he was floating in air. He found it was a little more difficult to float in then the pools he previously swam in, but that may be due to the shear purity of the water.
He opened his eyes and was able to see better then any pool. His eyes also didn’t burn as he expected them to. He thought that the purity of the water would affect his eyes since they needed saline usually.
This did work to his advantage. He figured he would be blindly poking around, hoping to find what he was looking for. This way he would be able to find what he needed and get out before he had any problems.
He kicked to the surface, took a deep breath, and dove into the porch. He swam in the front door he had left unlocked in the rush of yesterday afternoon and into the dining room. Just past that was the kitchen. He managed to get a few things that looked untouched. He even managed to get Pop Tarts figuring the sealed package wouldn’t let water in. He swam out of the house with a bag of food and handed it up to those waiting. He made one more trip to get fresh water since he didn’t know if they could trust what he was floating in.
When he got what he thought would be enough he climbed back onto the roof to rest a few minutes before he started his journey. He didn’t feel cold as he normally did when he came out of the water. He was wet, but it didn’t seem to be pulling any heat away from his body. He knew something was off. Maybe there would be someone on the hill that would know what’s going on.
After a short time he dove back into the water and started swimming north. He knew it would be the longest constant swim he’s ever done, there would be no place to stop and sit on the way since all the other houses would be completely under. He knew he would have to do it in one try and he knew his family was depending on him. This gave him the resolve to try.
That's it, that's the end of the dream. I don't know if I will ever be able to continue this. Writing about reality or writing about my dreams is easy, writing out of my imagination is hard.
This dream was a little out of place with my normal dreams. The houses I'm in usually are based on ones I've seen in the past. My grandmother's old place or the house I grew up in usually, but this one was completely new. I don't think I've ever seen it before.