Just another tornado dream. I’ve had several, but this one was different.
We, the family, gathered in the home of my daughters. And, her father was there with everyone. He had them watching out a huge bay Window. They were watching a storm brewing. Off in the far distance a tornado formed. They were ooowing and awhing as they pointed at it and discussed in a lively manor the formation of it, the color of it, the size of it, and as they are talking about it, it grew huge and mighty. The edge of fastly swirling grey black skirt gigantically loomed close to the house. Maybe 5 yards, or there about. It was moving straight to us. We were on its path, no doubts.
I yelled, take cover now! I said here, in here now! Opening the closet door, no one showed, but I could hear them at the window ooowing and saying, it’s coming this way! Omg’s were the last words I heard. I shut the closet door. Only the pets came with me. When we emerged from tbe closet frightened and unscathed, there was nothing and no one there.
Everything was missing.
All kinds of thoughts both good and bad ran across my mind. I held onto the best belief, they found their own cover and were safe, but still there was no sound from them anywhere. The house was gone and the sturdy closet must have transported us to another place. Everything seemed unfamiliar and grey.
That’s all I remember.
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