Dreams

Another tornado

Don't ask me why you were there, but you were. And so was your husband. And all four of us were playing miniature golf in some huge hotel room with great glass walls; I think it was the penthouse. So after awhile I'm taking a break and I go out on the patio to watch the sky, which was getting really overcast. And I see those familiar harbingers of tornado weather, the dark low clouds, the shredded bits underneath slowly, slowly moving left. I turn completely around, and those clouds are moving left, too. I shout out a warning just as the clouds begin to swirl tightly, dipping lower, and now the dust from the ground kicks up, and the funnel is forming and moving around the other side of the building, circling us,and then I'm running inside, and for some reason it makes perfect sense to stand against the great glass door while everyone else runs for safety. The noise is incredible, and debris is smacking fast and hard into the glass. My legs are shaking from the vibration; I feel as if the tornado is eating the building from the ground up.