Atlantis' Final Hour

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A dream or a vision.

Here beside the ocean, I can feel the power of the sea. I can imagine fleets of ships, whole cities, or even continents being consumed by its vastness. I've had visions of Atlantis. Where extravagant architecture towers over tranquil waves that glisten as they chase the horizon. And the clouds seem illuminated by the pinks and purples of twilight, although it is midday.

Everything has an uncanny sense of clarity, like the air contains more oxygen. Then there is something like an earthquake. In the midst of this confusion, a tidal wave swells in the distance, and I can't seem to take my eyes away from it. As it draws near, I see a shape emerge from the center of this monolithic wall of water. This strange creature, like a demon of the water, is larger than anything I have ever laid eyes on.

I hear a word whispered in the back of my mind. No, not a word, a name: Leviathan. Its animosity is apparent and simply looking at it brings me great discomfort. With a deliberate effort, I look away. I know that I am in a sort of observatory, at the top of a building that is several stories high, with glass walls through which I am viewing these strange events. I notice a few men and one woman standing in the room with me. They wear indestinct white clothing, like lab coats. Their expressions are all very solemn, mixed with something like regret. It seems as if this catastrophic event is unfortunate, but not unexpected.

Returning my attention to the outside, I see that the wave has not stopped growing. It must be a mile high now, but it is not moving at all like a wave. No, it is more like a waterfall,and it is completely encircling the city. I finally realize the horrible truth: That the water around is not rising, the city is sinking into the sea.

The falling water encircles the city, but does not disturb it in any way. It simply falls around the edges and farther down. And in the center, above the city, is a large pillar of emptiness looking into the sky. But the sky is so far away, and we're still sinking within these walls of water. Then, the walls collapse.

Submitted: January 14, 2009

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This is just a dream I had when I lived near the beach. It has never recurred and I try not to think about it too much.

Wed, January 14th, 2009 6:16pm


Wow, talk about an intense dream, I have never dreamed of Atlantis myself, but I do believe it existed long ago. Though I think not all of those who were of Atlantis perished. I think there were those who survived and settled other lands, most significantly Egypt.

And such a vivid dream too, I don't know if you believe in Reincarnation or not, but maybe its more then just a dream?

Who knows, anyways about you're story and the epilogue, it was the best Mindfuck ever, lol -smokes a ciggy-

Btw, if you have a care to, drop me a line at my email anytime. takecare,


Wed, January 14th, 2009 10:51pm


You have an interesting theory on the disbursement of the Atlanteans, and I feel inclined to agree with you. I do believe in the recycling of spirits and I often have dreams where I respond when called by a name other than my own. Sometimes I see people who I've never met, yet feel very familiar with. On multiple occasions I've interacted with a dark-haired girl whom I feel a sort of sacrificial love for, like my only purpose for living is to be by her side and do anything she desires. Of course, it's only until I wake up. Then I think "Who was that girl, and why did I feel so connected to her?"

Thu, January 15th, 2009 11:01am


Hmm, good question, I would say prehaps a lover of your's from times past, maybe a glimpse of the future. Never know, anyways its nice to meet another believer in The Supernatural. I'd love to hear more on you're thoughts on the Supernatural. If I may ask, whats your name, I'm Erik. Hence the Erik_the_Viking76 username for Hotmail, lol. I hope you don't mind me asking?

Fri, January 16th, 2009 1:02am


You're probably right about the the girl being from a past or future life. I have a friend who kept saying "She's the Raven Queen, you're enslaved to Death." but perhaps that wouldn't be so bad either, eh? Oh, and my name is Micah, but please refrain from using it when leaving comments on my main profile page. The reason I haven't included it in my profile information is because I don't want people using my name in their spam comments, especially if I've never shared any kind of intellectual exchange with that individual. I believe that names hold power, Erik, and I thank you for giving me yours.

Fri, January 16th, 2009 2:57am

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