Humbling Dream

  When Mt. Etna erupts it is both beautiful and terrifying. I was on a group outing visiting an orange grove. Someone behind me pointed shouting that Etna was erupting, I turned to look. Any spectacle that Etna had put on before was nothing compared to the sight that I was witnessing now. Something was terribly wrong.

                 

 The sky which had been a startling blue gradually turned an inky black. Under my feet the earth rumbled and quaked. Great ribbons of lava blossomed, undulating down the base of Etna. The peak of this prodigious mountain was on fire. With a last pronounced effort, the mountain caved in upon itself. 

 As wicked black plumes of smoke bowled towards where we all were standing, there was an unexpressed acceptance that this was undeniably the end. An intense roaring filled my ears, the force hurling me backwards, and yet a soft warm breeze touched my face. Everything was moving in slow motion, I watched families reaching to hug one another as they turned to ash. Then I closed my eyes, a profound and indescribable peace filled me. My final thought was “So this is the conclusion of my life.”(This was the dream I had last night, it was eerie and left me with a sense of

foreboding)

   (This was the song that immediately came to my mind this morning)