It's bubbling up behind the horizon,
I can hear it in the underbelly of the earth and also in my stomach.
I am talking with a mix of animals and friends all faceless and anthropomorphic, as dreams go it feels so normal being there and I have been there before
There are two Guatemalan children or maybe it's a mother and a child, but I know that it's my duty to save them both when the water comes,
When the water comes it will flood the land, it will be so powerful and I have seen and survived it before,
Its now getting darker, there is a shadow starting to darken the buildings and I can hear the white noise of the water,
The two Guatemalan people look at me with pleading eyes, and I lift them on my back and climb up an electricity pole,
The water is thrashing through the parks, subways and houses,
It's just about to reach the pole and I can see its lip,
Then I wake,
Then I wake in sweat.
I wonder do the Guatemalan people wake up too?