This whole last month I have found myself rather unaffected by the World Trade Center events. I felt bad and rather disgusted that something so terrible could happen but like everything else bad I shrugged it off. Those around me didn't have it so easy. My mother dwelt on the situation bringing it up every time we had a conversation and I just really didn't want to talk about it.
Now a month later I dreamt that I was in the top floor of a WTC building. I heard a loud noise and then the next thing I knew, the top 4 floors went hurtling to the ground. The only thing I could see was the earth spinning as I approached it faster and faster. The whole time I was praying for my life.
Then it faded into part two. Me and a couple of friends wanted to figure out an escape plan in the event that something where to happen at the WTC. We sneaked to the roof of the building and then had to make our way down as quickly as possible. Our plan was to ride on top of the express elevator to the first floor. It was surprisingly not that difficult but I guess nothing ever really is in your dreams.
It's always much easier to be blind to things that we are afraid or disgusted of than to change them. Only once in a while do we acknowledge these events before we close our minds to them.
Why is that we, with so much, often do so little? Simply because it does not directly affect us.
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