Dec 11, 2009 10:37
Bridgie and I were living in a place that wasn’t quite my parent’s house but a very similar layout. It was a grayish stormy kind of day and we were half trying to RP but not very successfully. I remember I was laying on the living room floor with my long black trenchcoat and one glove on, left hand bare for the pen. I was restless and anxious and every time I looked out the front window the gathering storm seemed to be getting worse. Then I looked out and dark gray clouds started building, very close and very fast, forming into a funnel dropping toward the ground. I was frozen with horror for a minute, and then started flailing at Bridgie to come look and trying to convince her that a tornado was forming, only I wasn’t quite sure, because it wasn’t spinning. The clouds looked… cloudlike, down the whole length of the funnel, fluffy but very dark gray. Before Bridgie quite got up to look out the window, I saw the tip of the clouds drop down to touch the street, and intense green light glowed where it made contact. It hovered there for a long moment, then pulled up just a little and moved off down the street deeper into the neighborhood. It left a deep spot about the size of a sewer cover glowing and burning in the pavement. I think that’s all Bridgie got to the window in time to see.
Obviously that’s not normal, so now I was really freaking out, and I dragged her to the bedroom asking if we should hide there or something because there was no basement. Then I left her there, her still in shock and me panicking, and ran out to the living room again to turn the weather report on the TV and to find Squeaks. I had a vague impression we had a second cat but I was just wanting to find Squeaks and pull her to safety. At that point the line between the living room and the front yard blurred so that it was both at once. This means the TV was going with the weatherman just saying it was cloudy, while I was chasing Squeaks and afraid that she would leave the yard and run straight into danger. I noticed there was actually a thin line of still-burning material showing the path of the cloud, running right along the front edge of the lawn. Squeaks was freaked out and running from me, and then she got desperately scared enough that she was trying to jump and climb up to the roof. I screamed uselessly for her to stop running away from me, which is how I woke myself up.
bridgie,
rey,
natural disaster,
nightmare