It starts off that my mom-b, dave, jessi and i are all at my sisters house, but it isn't quite my sisters house. we were all on the back porch talking when I looked over and I saw the wind swirling up. I turned to my family and said, "it's a tornado, we have to go to the basement." So we all looked over to the swirly wind and I was right... only there were three forming now. And they were huge. So we all rushed in the door, and went straight to the basement. It looked a lot more like Kuri-Chan's basement than my sisters (she just has a dirt-floored crawl space), everything was a very light gray, almost white. At this point the house began to shake, and looking out the windows we could see the tornadoes going by. They tore up the ground, but they didn't quite touch the house, and no other objects flew around them. Just wind and some dirt. They were beautiful in a way, and frightening. We had nothing but each other, and we rushed into the small room off of the main basement and shut the door. I was leaning on my mom. All I could think about was that I didn't have my Angel or my d**k, and that all my works of art were going to be destroyed. The house shook horribly and I figured that the tornadoes had ripped it up and taken it away... Then I remember we were back outside. There was no sign that there had just been three massive tornadoes around; trees, grass, house... it was all just the way we left it... But the sky... Oh the sky... it was such a beautiful shade of blue-violet and there was a big, illuminated half-moon in resting in the middle, not looking straight up, just looking forward. And there was a cluster of 12-14 much smaller full moons to the right of it, and I didn't count, but there were more of these moons to the left. It was just incredible. I was so captivated with the beauty of what I saw... and the biggest moon was so bright it lit up the yard, and the grass was such a pure green, a green you wouldn't find on earth. Then a man; tall, skinny, sort of dirty; came from the woods with a dog, a German Shepherd. The dog would not stop growling at me. He came at me like he wanted to rip out my throat, and I stopped him, put my hand on his head and said, "you are not Thunder. You shall not harm me." The dog settled and licked my face.
Then I woke up. When I fell back to sleep, I dreamed again...
A group of my friends, old and new, and I were, again, at my sister's house and it wasn't quite my sister's house. We were outside, and I guess we were running away from someone... or something. I ran around the side of the house, towards the fire pit, and I heard the signal whistle and saw the white flag, so I leaped into the air, clear over a small hill and into a trench full of red-stripped acorns. Jon smiled at me and said, "I thought you might like it here." He was right, I blended in perfectly. We waited for the other group to go by, and we began chucking the red-stripped acorns at them. They left huge welts on the enemy, and we caught them off-guard so they fled. Then I remember we were by these horse-driven wooden trailers full of grain, possibly. I heard the signal and saw the flag again so I leaped into one. I landed on a tarp of something yellow; I assumed it was either paint or mustard. The other group came around the front and Jon whistled, the trailer tipped back, and the grain, paint-mustard and myself went back with it. I started hurling more acorns at the enemy. Next it cuts to me physically fighting a girl from the other group. I kept punching, kicking, strategically placing myself for optimal blows, and when I kicked her hard in the side she switched places with a different girl. I did the same for her. I kept fighting, even though I was tired. I went through at least 5 girls, then the last one switched out with a boy. He was much bigger than myself, fat, light brown hair. I didn't treat him any differently. I fought with heart and finally I got in a groin shot, dropping him to the ground. I drop kicked him in the back of the head, and then it cut to both groups in a kitchen. They were eating cake, but I was still fighting. A girl on the last trailer grabbed my arms and brought me up to her face and said somethng tantalizing, so I rammed my head forward trying to headbutt her, only I missed. Then I tried to bring my foot to the side of her face, unfortunately I'm not that flexible, even in my dreams. She finally let me go, and none of my group was helping me. So then I was in the kitchen, eating yellow cake with chocolate frosting, and I went to walk out to fight more. I stopped a few steps from the doorway and dropped my fork. It clanged rather loudly. "That's it." I said. "That's it, I'm done fighting. I give up". I fell to my knees and woke up.
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Had to get that out of my system. I've been having dreams like that for the last couple nights... I wonder why...?
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