I find myself in a field with a pregnant girl. It’s lightly raining. The water begins to swirl and forms a twister which becomes a tornado. It comes and picks us up, and I am scared. I tell my friend, but really myself, to relax and go with it because tense muscles and resisting will only worsen the impact of dropping back to earth. I think i read about that somewhere..
We hit the ground rolling and see that the wind funnel has worsened, growing into a giant black dark tornado which is apparently going around dissolving all of reality.
I watch as the entire landscape crumbles into a black spinning cloud. Somebody says “it is the end of the world” and I prepare myself for it. Death seems certain and I truly feel terror.
In the darkness there is a single house; a nice white cottage with a terra cotta roof floating in the void. Inside there is a family. They are all dead. I can’t remember exactly what happened in the house, but i am certain somebody has been stabbed in the heart.
Then I am in a neighborhood and the black tornado is very far away. It looks small and quiet in the distance, as it casually moves through the landscape destroying houses, roads, and people. It seems perfectly normal suddenly. But i prefer to keep my distance.
Suddenly I am in a garden. It is part of a giant green house, or plant conservatory of some kind. The entire is structure made of glass and looks very old, ornate, and fragile. Inside, the air is calm and the temperature is fair. But just beyond the delicate ceiling and walls the black storm is still raging.
Near me is a beautiful african american woman who says “I can’t believe what’s happening just beyond those walls” and there is an unspoken understanding that we are all just barely safe from certain destruction.
The rest of the journey is more fragmented and bizarre. Memories come in broken shards of glimpses through warped windows of time. Something about my best friend, sensing a valuable relationship, the fragility of life. There is a body of water… a river. A long narrow wooden bridge connecting us.. Then i see a number of ex-lovers. One in particular… There is sex, desire, miscommunication, and finally disappointment. I know that this is not what i really need.
I wake up with a sense of urgency. The ghosts are dancing, receding into the shadows around me.