i was dreaming this morning

of all the horrible things that phone call could have been...

blindness in a flood

we are in some forest - a flooded forest; there are 6 of us? 7 maybe?

we make a train with our bodies moving along in waste deep water as if we were a canoe. everyone is blind, except for me.

they were blinded because of something that happened, with a bright light - blinding everyone at once. not many survived the event, whatever it was, with their sight.

i am second in the group of people, but i lead because i have sight. i am leading them down a thin twisted forest path. we move slowly, like a floating canoe - but i don't think we are actually in one. i call out when the path twists left or right and the others follow. the path is narrowing, the overhead vines and branches getting closer and closer to our heads. it gets more difficult.

we reach a road that intersects our path. stop. ease out. i am looking for danger i know is there. we cross the road quickly, blindly, and find a stairway going down

into a building, also flooded waist deep. there are others in the building, all blinded except for a janitor who was in a concrete room when it happened.

they are packing supplies into two huge blankets/slings. i think there are puppies in the bottom layer - looking out little holes in the blankets - one full and the other only a quarter full. in the second layer of each pack is bread and asparagus. someone comments that they have cut too many trees - there is no room for the giant snake to live, and he will be angry.