Dream #6

August 1, 1997


I awoke to a loud clap of thunder and the first thing that went through my head was, “oh no, I fell asleep, I missed my visiting time with Kirk.” Another burst of thunder echoed through the house sending chills up my spine. I peered through the window and became hypnotized by the daytime sky. A hallway of rolling black clouds hanging so close to the ground one would need to duck in order to avoid contact. My gaze is broken by the formation of an all too familiar funnel being cast down from the blackness of the sky. “Tornado!” I scream, running out of my room. “There’s a tornado coming,” but nobody pays any mind. I grab my cat and dog, run to my mom’s closet (which is much smaller than usual) and wait for the funnel to pass. When I stepped out of the closet confident that the danger had passed, I saw my aunt sitting in a rocking chair in front of a broken window. She didn’t speak, she just rocked back and forth. I suddenly wake up, look out the window, and the whole episode occurs again.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist