Recurring Nightmare

When I was little I had a recurring nightmare. I would be in the house in Truro standing in front of that window looking out toward Fisher Beach. And I could see a wave coming, taller than the hill the house was on, rolling over the sand, up the hill and crashing through the window.

I would wake up panicking, unable to breathe.

I didn't even know then that there were such things as tsunamis. The wave that destroyed everything in my dream as a child was a product of my own imagination, my own anxieties.

I don't know where I was going with this. I was going to say something deep and meaningful, but it keeps coming out trite and self-centered.