Dream #8

December 29, 1997


Gwen and I were at my old house in Atascocita, it was just the two of us. We were getting ready to go to some party or club. I went from the bathroom into the living room and looked out the window. A tornado could be seen in the distance (suddenly my neighborhood is a farm) making her way up to my house dancing that familiar groove while following a fixed path. I run into the bathroom and calmly tell her that a tornado is about to hit and we’d better take cover in the bathtub. We’re both hunched over with our arms covering our necks waiting for the funnel to go by. I look up and the ceiling starts to crack and you could feel the walls shaking as if they were about to collapse on top of us. “We better go hide in the closet!” I yell to Gwen and we run for better shelter. After we arrive I give Gwen my regrets for not having a bigger closet space and suggest that I could have sworn we used to have more space. The tornado makes her way over my house and Gwen and I stay intact. The place was a wreck, almost in ruins. We finish our faces and leave. This was probably the most realistic tornado dream I’ve had up to date. It actually hit this time, there was actually damage done. I remember I kept thinking in my mind, “Wow, a real tornado!”

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist