I had a strange dream. That I was marooned on an island, all alone. The ship lay in tatters, half sunk. Suddenly I heard an unearthly scream and it was coming from the ship. I ran to it, wading into the sea, when I saw a figure appear on the deck. To my horror, the figure was me and in the next instant I was on the deck crying out to someone on the shore. I woke up to find myself strapped to the hospital bed. Tubes all over. My wife was standing beside me. She was smiling!
I stood there at the very peak of the island, basking in the sun, breathing in the gales of salty air; a paradise, a lonesome, isolated paradise. I walked past the familiar rocks and rubble, accepting my fate, my ill luck. Hope, still present in my body, but dying, getting weaker by the second. And as I finally looked up from the barren grounds, head held high, I saw a chance, an opportunity to leave. But the chains of my mind still held me down, and I stood there , in awe, amazed and confused by what I had done. .