The other night, when my internet was down- I fell asleep on the side I don't usually fall asleep on, and I had some very vivid dreams.
I was a young girl, a street urchin, spunky as anything, who didn't think twice about stealing to survive. She wore a simple cloth dress if you could call it that. It was more like a cotton sack with holes for my arms and head- it was all one thing- and I never wore anything under it.
The memory is set around a marina of sorts, with modern-like buildings built right up to the edge of the water, with hardly a space for a street, let alone an alley. The only spaces open to the water were places like bridges, and mooring for boats and ships. I spent most of my time in the water, or on the thin, wooden pier that served as sepration between the water lane of boats going in, and boats coming out. It originally made me think that this place was Venice, Italy, but I doubt any of it citizens ever looked like I did back then, or wore what I wore. Not to mention, something about the place just told me that this wasn't Venice.
I never made it past 12 years old, and I was probably the first victim of the wave that came. I was swimming in the Marina when suddenly the water went down at a fast and steady rate until I was standing on the earth that had been under the water, exposed to air for what I was sure was the first time, the wooden pier standing mightily taller and higher than I, taller than any of the building I had seen, some of which- looking around- stood on stilts, coming off of a rock foundation. Not too far away from the rock. Just about a building or so, at the widest. There were various bits of sea life clinging to the wooden pier, and other surfaces around me, and then a shadow was cast over me, and I looked up.
"That's a big wave..."
My name was Mae, said 'May', and I woke up very suddenly, my heart beating fast, clutching the bed sheets. I asked myself questions, and the answers came easily. My soul was very young then, this was one of my first lives, if not THE first.
Neither was this the first dream I had, centered around this strangely-shaped marina. For some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling of being afraid. That dream was very vivid. Was it real? It felt real. Am I the only person who remembers something like this? I don't know. All my friends in that life by that point had died, from starvation or disease. I was the only one who lived that long, probably because I was the only one who wasn't afraid to take what she needed.
Does anyone else remember Atlantis?