Since I can remember I’ve had a reoccurring dream of standing frozen to the spot, as a Tsunami wave threatened to crash overhead.
I would awake just in time to save myself from this fierce wave.
For some reason relating to this dream, I held a strong belief that I would not live past my 25th birthday.
This caused me not to plan ahead in life.
The night before my 25th birthday I was staying in a hotel with my best friend.
On our return from dinner, we dragged two armchairs out onto the balcony and sat out there chatting until the wee small hours.
Now and again I’d look out onto the harbour, its water glistening under the moonlight, and think about whether this would be my last night on earth.
After my 25th birthday, the re-occurring dream of the tsunami ceased.