The wind still screams.

And so, i have had another dream i wish to write down.

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Most of this dream baffled me, and so i have let it slip my mind. But what i do remember are the twisters.

I stand out front of a house on Wildor Cresent and it begins to rain. There are conversations going on behind me, people are worried for some reason. But i ignore them. I watch the rain for a while. The sky grows darker, the rain heavier and the wind stronger.

As i continue to look out, directly in front of me, forms a twister. It does not look normal, not like in the movies or photos. It is perfectly round, with bigger whisps of wind flowing from it. Its also twinged blue. Its quite a few kilometres from me, across the river in fact. Situated in the suburb where a few of my friends live.

As i watch, it disappears again. And one to either side of me form, both in suburbs my friends live in. Ant then more pick up. In places or around where yet more of my friends live.

I then turn to point these twisters out to whom is behind me, and we decide we must move to somewhere underground. I point out my old school, of which has plenty of underground hideaways.

And i wake up.


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What strikes me is the fact i wanted to go to this school that has more buildings above than below. We would have died. The whole building would have come down on top of us.