Learning from my Subconscious: Mount Vesuvius

I would love to transfer some of my dreams to my blog. All of them? Not so much. However, the ones that most intrigue me, that paint the most vivid imagery, and that stick with me during my waking hours will find their way into my posts every so often. Readers, I give you the insane inner workings of my crazy, weird brain.

Background

Dream Brain really outdid itself this time. The storms from the last couple of nights have worked themselves into my subconscious. While driving home around midnight last night, Chance and I witnessed a fantastic light show over the Kennesaw Airport. Two or three firetrucks passed us on the way, so I assume the lightning was inflicting some serious damage, which, I can only assume, is why the storm made its way into my dream.

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The Dream: Mount Vesuvius

I was on a study abroad trip to Italy, and my classmates and I were touring some churches in Rome when we stopped for lunch on a terrace. Our table had a 360 degree view that actually looked more like a preserved battlefield, scattered with ruins and fallen statues, rather than the regal Roman pictures of classical architecture and ancient infrastructure you see on tour brochures. While we were enjoying lunch, the sky went black and the lightning started flashing. We were completely shocked at the suddenness of the storm. Right before we all went to seek shelter in the restaurant, the lightening became so rapid and intense that we all sat dumbfounded staring over the battlefield toward a huge shadow of a mountain in the background. The lightning began to strike time and time again in the same spot, right on top of the mountain. Without warning, a blinding flash of the combined bolts of lightening shattered the sky and struck the peak of, what we all suddenly and collectively realized, what turned out to be Mount Vesuvius.

***side note: Dream Brain apparently had the fact that Mount Vesuvius is one of the most dangerous active volcanoes around today, AND the fact that this volcano factually exists in Italy around Rome. After, my dream I looked up volcanoes in Italy and had a shocking realization that my subconscious facts were pretty straight.  

The flash started an eruption, and mass chaos among the students and diners ensued. As the teachers of the program ran around gathering all of the students, I was stupidly looking for my phone to take picture. Priorities. We were all herded into a conveniently located yet small airport with several small planes and pilots on hand (Deus Ex Machina, much?). The planes were so small that they only fit about seven people and were also completely exposed to the elements; we were all covering our eyes and mouths with clothing to protect ourselves from falling ash and fire. As the plane flew over the village outside of Rome, we passed a rental car parking lot where the employees were casually washing down the ash-covered cars, smiling and waving to the eight-or-so planes passing over their heads. Apparently, our small planes came equipped with tour guides because a woman seated up front used a microphone to shout over the eruption and storm to explain to the passengers what we were seeing around and below us. "These natives have coped with their fate and are waiting for the volcano's vengeance." Dream Brain is pessimistic...and absurd. Around the time I was trying to grab my phone and hurriedly snap some tragic and dramatic pictures, I woke up.