Still some call that a dream
Intense dream this morning. It was one of those nightmares that are scary but not terrifying, which is a nice change really.
I don’t remember how it began, other than in the bookstore I worked in during college (but changed, as per usual). There were sisters, and they could talk to the wind/weather as though it were a single entity. (Yes, I anthropomorphized the wind. What?) The wind loved the younger sister and hated the older, as the older was trying to control the connection between the younger and the wind. The wind tried to kill the older sister by pushing her, or breaking glass, or something, and the younger sister stepped in the way, took the punishment on herself. She didn’t die, but ended up in the hospital with broken arms or something.
In their house, the older sister tried to fortify the house against the wind with her other sisters or friends. But she could hear it screaming at her as they closed windows, waited for others to bring spells against the weather. There was menace to the wind, but no words, just a feeling that it would bring all the destruction it could bear on her. She whispered to it “She hates you now,” because she wanted the wind to suffer for hurting her sister. The air grew tight and felt sharp, like there wasn't enough to breathe, as the wind sucked in its breath in anger. She was angry too, furious that the wind would target her family, make her sister choose between them. The older sister and her other sisters/friends ran outside to try to bring something in before the storm hit the house. She could feel the lightning gathering, could feel the imminence of disaster, knew that the wind would attack their house, would attack them if they stayed outside, if they tried to get to her younger sister.
I woke up trying to figure out how to get to the hospital but avoid the wind, hoping the storm didn’t strike the house with lightning to make it burn down. I was desperate to keep anyone else from getting hurt. I was out of breath and curled up on my side, waiting for the blow to come, and pretty relieved that I was only dreaming. Especially as I hadn’t figured out how to avoid wind.
I don’t remember how it began, other than in the bookstore I worked in during college (but changed, as per usual). There were sisters, and they could talk to the wind/weather as though it were a single entity. (Yes, I anthropomorphized the wind. What?) The wind loved the younger sister and hated the older, as the older was trying to control the connection between the younger and the wind. The wind tried to kill the older sister by pushing her, or breaking glass, or something, and the younger sister stepped in the way, took the punishment on herself. She didn’t die, but ended up in the hospital with broken arms or something.
In their house, the older sister tried to fortify the house against the wind with her other sisters or friends. But she could hear it screaming at her as they closed windows, waited for others to bring spells against the weather. There was menace to the wind, but no words, just a feeling that it would bring all the destruction it could bear on her. She whispered to it “She hates you now,” because she wanted the wind to suffer for hurting her sister. The air grew tight and felt sharp, like there wasn't enough to breathe, as the wind sucked in its breath in anger. She was angry too, furious that the wind would target her family, make her sister choose between them. The older sister and her other sisters/friends ran outside to try to bring something in before the storm hit the house. She could feel the lightning gathering, could feel the imminence of disaster, knew that the wind would attack their house, would attack them if they stayed outside, if they tried to get to her younger sister.
I woke up trying to figure out how to get to the hospital but avoid the wind, hoping the storm didn’t strike the house with lightning to make it burn down. I was desperate to keep anyone else from getting hurt. I was out of breath and curled up on my side, waiting for the blow to come, and pretty relieved that I was only dreaming. Especially as I hadn’t figured out how to avoid wind.