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Instead of crack crossover fan fic like I usually tend to dream in, last night my inner cinema changed gears a bit and gave me a Sci Fi B-movie instead - complete with b-movie actors and actresses! Including Dean Cain as some sort of high-school teacher/coach, and another woman who I've seen in various movies and series - middle-age, slightly heavy-set with shoulder-length auburn hair, usually acting in secretary and/or lawyerish kind of parts. Can't recall any of the movies and/or series I've seen her in, though, so I cant IMDB her. Drat, but she does kind of look like a shorter, stouter C.J. Cregg from the West Wing if anyone ever watched that, so I'm going to call her Ms. Casey for the lack of a more proper name.
Anyway, moving on
So we're at this high school and I am a student of some sort and we're in this huge cafeteria and they are passing around some sort of brochures and catalogs to raise money for the school. Then there is some sort of activity over by the windows, activity which soon turns almost panicked. I'm too far away to really know what is going on, but through passing whispers, I determine that there is some sort of siren going off outside. I don't know if it is a fire alarm or a tornado siren, but I join the mass exidous from the cafeteria to what I can only assume is a safe place. Coach Caine is in the hallway kinda directing traffic, might've said something to me in passing or I might've asked him something or I might be totally making that up because this is all happening in that typical dream-blur that makes most dreams so darned hard to recall.
The wave of students that I am trapped within suddenly starts to make their way outside - something I think is darned silly because by this point I'm about 80% sure the siren was a tornado warning, but there is a little voice in my head that goes "But what if it really is a fire alarm?" so I run on with the lemmings - right over the freaking cliff. It is, indeed, a tornado siren, yet for some reason we end up in the big wide open park across from the campus, with everyone running around in a panic trying to find shelter. Vaguely I recall one of the obnoxious kids in my high school choir class shouting "There it is! It's hitting campus! I'm glad we aren't there anymore", and I'm thinking "You *moron*, we're out on the middle of a freaking park with no shelter - not even a freaking ditch - to take cover in!" and then we're all running around in a panic again to stuff as many people as possible into the kinda barracks-like shower buildings the park happens to support, but of *course* not everyone fits, and what do you know, another tornado comes needling in from the sky and touches down right in the middle of our panicked masses.
At this point the dream takes on that kinda dramatic scene sort of feeling, the kind that whispers into your head in a kind of evil seduction "pay attention now, this is where the fun part begins" and we zoom in on one particular motionless figure lying in a small, storm-tossed clearing, and the tornado arrowing right down on top of her. Then it's another zoom to *inside* the tornado, this small patch of bare ground surrounded by a cloud of eerie reddish-brown dust. The motionless figure is Ms. Casey, sprawled out on her side and unconscious. In the core of the tornado.
After a few moments of dramatic framing, a weird twisted spike winds down from above, kinda like what we see when we're in the tornado at the end of Twister, but smaller, sparking with electricity, and more to the point, apparently with a mind of it's own. It touches down ever-so-gently right next to Casey and dances around her a bit, all the while it's almost like it is transferring some of its energy to her because now there are electric sparks dancing all over her. I recall Outside Observer Me (like a Dream Me who is watching a movie and not actually a part of it for the time being) thinking "Is this how superhumans are born? And if so, whoes side will she be on?" With one last slow swipe, directly down and back up the full length of Ms. Casey, we're back outside among the panicked throng of students and faculty in the aftermath.
There are casulties. Dream Me (no longer Outside Observer) recalls wandering through the still dusty-red twilight and making note of the flashing lights of emergency vehicles. I notice someone who looks an awful lot like Caine's character on a gurny with a big bandage wrapped around his upper arm, but then another person who looks an awful lot like Dean Caine comes up to me from the other side and says something, but that's dreams for you.
Then, of course, I notice *another* tornado arcing down from the sky, and I yell "Get back under cover!" and there is more screaming and panicking and little-to-no shelter and the tornado is getting closer and closer and going to touch down right on top of us, so I grab the two or three people who are closest to me and shove them into a fairly deep ditch and jumping in after them, yelling "Get down! Cover you heads!" and then I woke up.
The impression in my dream-muddled head immediately after I woke up was "Someone made it using magic!", hence the title. And then I went "Wow, that was so bad", and then I tried to go back to sleep.
Anyway, moving on
So we're at this high school and I am a student of some sort and we're in this huge cafeteria and they are passing around some sort of brochures and catalogs to raise money for the school. Then there is some sort of activity over by the windows, activity which soon turns almost panicked. I'm too far away to really know what is going on, but through passing whispers, I determine that there is some sort of siren going off outside. I don't know if it is a fire alarm or a tornado siren, but I join the mass exidous from the cafeteria to what I can only assume is a safe place. Coach Caine is in the hallway kinda directing traffic, might've said something to me in passing or I might've asked him something or I might be totally making that up because this is all happening in that typical dream-blur that makes most dreams so darned hard to recall.
The wave of students that I am trapped within suddenly starts to make their way outside - something I think is darned silly because by this point I'm about 80% sure the siren was a tornado warning, but there is a little voice in my head that goes "But what if it really is a fire alarm?" so I run on with the lemmings - right over the freaking cliff. It is, indeed, a tornado siren, yet for some reason we end up in the big wide open park across from the campus, with everyone running around in a panic trying to find shelter. Vaguely I recall one of the obnoxious kids in my high school choir class shouting "There it is! It's hitting campus! I'm glad we aren't there anymore", and I'm thinking "You *moron*, we're out on the middle of a freaking park with no shelter - not even a freaking ditch - to take cover in!" and then we're all running around in a panic again to stuff as many people as possible into the kinda barracks-like shower buildings the park happens to support, but of *course* not everyone fits, and what do you know, another tornado comes needling in from the sky and touches down right in the middle of our panicked masses.
At this point the dream takes on that kinda dramatic scene sort of feeling, the kind that whispers into your head in a kind of evil seduction "pay attention now, this is where the fun part begins" and we zoom in on one particular motionless figure lying in a small, storm-tossed clearing, and the tornado arrowing right down on top of her. Then it's another zoom to *inside* the tornado, this small patch of bare ground surrounded by a cloud of eerie reddish-brown dust. The motionless figure is Ms. Casey, sprawled out on her side and unconscious. In the core of the tornado.
After a few moments of dramatic framing, a weird twisted spike winds down from above, kinda like what we see when we're in the tornado at the end of Twister, but smaller, sparking with electricity, and more to the point, apparently with a mind of it's own. It touches down ever-so-gently right next to Casey and dances around her a bit, all the while it's almost like it is transferring some of its energy to her because now there are electric sparks dancing all over her. I recall Outside Observer Me (like a Dream Me who is watching a movie and not actually a part of it for the time being) thinking "Is this how superhumans are born? And if so, whoes side will she be on?" With one last slow swipe, directly down and back up the full length of Ms. Casey, we're back outside among the panicked throng of students and faculty in the aftermath.
There are casulties. Dream Me (no longer Outside Observer) recalls wandering through the still dusty-red twilight and making note of the flashing lights of emergency vehicles. I notice someone who looks an awful lot like Caine's character on a gurny with a big bandage wrapped around his upper arm, but then another person who looks an awful lot like Dean Caine comes up to me from the other side and says something, but that's dreams for you.
Then, of course, I notice *another* tornado arcing down from the sky, and I yell "Get back under cover!" and there is more screaming and panicking and little-to-no shelter and the tornado is getting closer and closer and going to touch down right on top of us, so I grab the two or three people who are closest to me and shove them into a fairly deep ditch and jumping in after them, yelling "Get down! Cover you heads!" and then I woke up.
The impression in my dream-muddled head immediately after I woke up was "Someone made it using magic!", hence the title. And then I went "Wow, that was so bad", and then I tried to go back to sleep.