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Went to bed at 12 last night. Woke up about 4:30 due to another freakily realistic dream and was unable to get back to sleep after that.
It started off with me home alone and watching Stargate SG-1 (a pretty normal occurrence) while a bit of rain storm growled outside. For some reason, I kept going into mom and dad's room to open a window which, while I'm not to sure why I was trying to open it, is also a rather regular summer occurrence here at home. By this time, the storm had gotten a bit more severe, so it was rather pretty windy outside - I might have even been trying to close the window this time around. There was also lots of lightning and thunder, and as I used to be rather terrified of thunderstorms when I was little, a kinda echo of that fear still haunts me today - granted, not enough to stop me from really enjoying thunderstorms now, but you get the idea. I was debating grabbing my cell phone and calling Vaidah to help pass the time and whine about it being all stormy and nasty outside, but I went to go see if Nine wanted in first. So, I went to the back door where she was standing out on the porch looking at the storm, seemingly pretty calm and at ease. However, when I looked out beyond that (and I wasn't even thinking about tornados like I usually do in these kinda dreams because it was so realistic I actually thought I was awake, simply going through a summer storm), guess what started forming *right* in our back yard? :;sighs:: Even the way it formed was realistic, like you see on all those tornado videos and movies (usually in my dreams I just see a cone shaped vortex twist out of the clouds and elongate into some form of tornado or another, which while kinda realistic, also had that rather dream-like quality where weird things are happening even before the twister shows up, like I can't move or rather than run like I want to I can barely move, or where people/things change into other people/things).
Of course, as soon as I see it I high tailed it to the basement (cause, seriously... the thing had formed in my driveway, between the house and the garage, which isn't that big of a distance). Not exactly a lot of time to gawk, like I might have otherwise if it was a few blocks/miles away), pausing only long enough to grab a blanket off the back of the couch since I was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants (I think), and our basement isn't exactly the warmest place in the house. Or the cleanest, since I wasn't wearing shoes either. I had also been told by one of the girls in my speech class who used to live in Tornado Ally that pets find their own place to hide when a tornado comes - they're instincts usually get them to a safe place, so I didn't really worry about Nine.
Anyway, I shot down the basement stairs in the nick of time, because almost as soon as I went through the door I heard things start breaking toward the front of the house where I had been standing only a few seconds before. I ran went down into the area where we store our wood in the winter, knelt down on the ground, and wrapped the blanket over my head and the rest of my body (took a few tries, because by this time at least one and more likely all of the windows we have toward the ceiling down there had been broken) and listened as I heard glass breaking and things crashing to the floor above my head, wishing that this was another bad dream I could wake up from - a wish I didn't really believe would come true considering I actually thought this whole thing was happening in real life, not just in my head.
It was only at this point that I noticed the first dream-realistic-unreality (that feeling that something isn't quite right, but you still feel like the dream is real) aspect. In this case, it was the fact that there was no longer a ceiling covered in pipes, wood beams, and cobwebs over my head - rather, it was like a huge glass sky light that I could just barely see through the crack between the opposite ends of the blanket I had wrapped around myself. Through this weird whole-ceiling sky light, I didn't see anything except hundreds, if not thousands of pieces of debris that almost looked like brown and shriveled dry leaves (which my dream-clouded mind perceived as what was left of my house) whirling around in a backdrop of that eerie grey-green kinda twilight that tends to happen before and after really nasty storms, and all I could think was "God, I hope that glass ceiling doesn't break..."
Than I woke up, feeling very groggy and disoriented, wondering for a moment why the hell I wasn't hiding in the basement as a huge tornado tore apart the house above me. (usually, once I wake up from these I'm just incredibly relieved that it *was* a dream, something which I realize as soon as I open my eyes. Not so much this time around; I was still stuck in the dream) So, yes, was very freaked out, and because of aforementioned freakage, could not get back to sleep. I did, however, come up with a new story idea as I was desperately trying to think of something that had *nothing* do to with my dream for fear of dozing off and finding myself trapped in a continuation of it, or have a whole new nightmare all together involving tornados. Doubt if this one will ever make it to paper, but hey, at least it gave me a distraction.
I was also gonna add something else to this post, but I have totally forgotten what it was. So, I'ma gonna go find something to eat instead.
It started off with me home alone and watching Stargate SG-1 (a pretty normal occurrence) while a bit of rain storm growled outside. For some reason, I kept going into mom and dad's room to open a window which, while I'm not to sure why I was trying to open it, is also a rather regular summer occurrence here at home. By this time, the storm had gotten a bit more severe, so it was rather pretty windy outside - I might have even been trying to close the window this time around. There was also lots of lightning and thunder, and as I used to be rather terrified of thunderstorms when I was little, a kinda echo of that fear still haunts me today - granted, not enough to stop me from really enjoying thunderstorms now, but you get the idea. I was debating grabbing my cell phone and calling Vaidah to help pass the time and whine about it being all stormy and nasty outside, but I went to go see if Nine wanted in first. So, I went to the back door where she was standing out on the porch looking at the storm, seemingly pretty calm and at ease. However, when I looked out beyond that (and I wasn't even thinking about tornados like I usually do in these kinda dreams because it was so realistic I actually thought I was awake, simply going through a summer storm), guess what started forming *right* in our back yard? :;sighs:: Even the way it formed was realistic, like you see on all those tornado videos and movies (usually in my dreams I just see a cone shaped vortex twist out of the clouds and elongate into some form of tornado or another, which while kinda realistic, also had that rather dream-like quality where weird things are happening even before the twister shows up, like I can't move or rather than run like I want to I can barely move, or where people/things change into other people/things).
Of course, as soon as I see it I high tailed it to the basement (cause, seriously... the thing had formed in my driveway, between the house and the garage, which isn't that big of a distance). Not exactly a lot of time to gawk, like I might have otherwise if it was a few blocks/miles away), pausing only long enough to grab a blanket off the back of the couch since I was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants (I think), and our basement isn't exactly the warmest place in the house. Or the cleanest, since I wasn't wearing shoes either. I had also been told by one of the girls in my speech class who used to live in Tornado Ally that pets find their own place to hide when a tornado comes - they're instincts usually get them to a safe place, so I didn't really worry about Nine.
Anyway, I shot down the basement stairs in the nick of time, because almost as soon as I went through the door I heard things start breaking toward the front of the house where I had been standing only a few seconds before. I ran went down into the area where we store our wood in the winter, knelt down on the ground, and wrapped the blanket over my head and the rest of my body (took a few tries, because by this time at least one and more likely all of the windows we have toward the ceiling down there had been broken) and listened as I heard glass breaking and things crashing to the floor above my head, wishing that this was another bad dream I could wake up from - a wish I didn't really believe would come true considering I actually thought this whole thing was happening in real life, not just in my head.
It was only at this point that I noticed the first dream-realistic-unreality (that feeling that something isn't quite right, but you still feel like the dream is real) aspect. In this case, it was the fact that there was no longer a ceiling covered in pipes, wood beams, and cobwebs over my head - rather, it was like a huge glass sky light that I could just barely see through the crack between the opposite ends of the blanket I had wrapped around myself. Through this weird whole-ceiling sky light, I didn't see anything except hundreds, if not thousands of pieces of debris that almost looked like brown and shriveled dry leaves (which my dream-clouded mind perceived as what was left of my house) whirling around in a backdrop of that eerie grey-green kinda twilight that tends to happen before and after really nasty storms, and all I could think was "God, I hope that glass ceiling doesn't break..."
Than I woke up, feeling very groggy and disoriented, wondering for a moment why the hell I wasn't hiding in the basement as a huge tornado tore apart the house above me. (usually, once I wake up from these I'm just incredibly relieved that it *was* a dream, something which I realize as soon as I open my eyes. Not so much this time around; I was still stuck in the dream) So, yes, was very freaked out, and because of aforementioned freakage, could not get back to sleep. I did, however, come up with a new story idea as I was desperately trying to think of something that had *nothing* do to with my dream for fear of dozing off and finding myself trapped in a continuation of it, or have a whole new nightmare all together involving tornados. Doubt if this one will ever make it to paper, but hey, at least it gave me a distraction.
I was also gonna add something else to this post, but I have totally forgotten what it was. So, I'ma gonna go find something to eat instead.