[100 Challenge] Ocean_64

Square River

Dreamt that a great brown river flowed across broken hunks of urbanite, and I had to cross this before an unsurvivable wall of water came baring down to wash everything away.  I stumble over the stone, afraid of the deep spots yet plunging into them up to my waist — will I have to swim? The deluge comes…. Later this morning, I receive a textual message from a friend who has dreamt that I asked to be incinerated in a ceremonial pyre, but they couldn’t get the blaze going so I just lay on the ground on a pile of sticks. O gods of mercy let me squeak by this one, let me recover from all these churnings, let my loved ones cross the river, let the match heads all proved too soaked to light.