My dream – 25 January 2015
The day was one of those humid but unremarkable days with the exception of a forecast that included inclement weather.
I was standing outside a warehouse with three friends and we were discussing the forecast with the sunny blue skies and a light wind. I gave my take on the situation being a Meteorologist. In effect saying, You cannot tell by the clear skies what’s going to happen during the afternoon and early evening”.
Sure to form by late morning the first little towers of cotton seemed to gather as the heat poured energy from below. Like a pot of boiling water the change became more noticeable as the air liquefied into mad rivulets of upward vertical motion.
Marci told me that she needed to get out of the bamy skies as the humidity hung like a soggy blanket, making the hot more miserable.
We found our way into an empty warehouse, where we found a fairly sturdy set of walls and a heavy steel door. Apparently, we weren’t the only ones with that idea. The fact it was ventilated made it a prime place to hide.
The room was not really that spacious so one got the feeling of being like an animal caught in a snare. Claustrophobia seemed to seize us both at the same time and we left the relative safety for the open air and a less confined place.
The wind began to swirl with a passion as the heat climbed up towards the fast growing clouds. In the distance were lines of Cumulonimbus Clouds. Like a gathering army of angry and mischievous Gremlins. By late afternoon, the ominous looking clouds fattened with sharp spikes of light shooting out in all directions with the accompanying claps of thunder and their reverberations. The party was getting into full swing.
From an office you could see lines of storms systems. These Mesoscale systems snarled and marched onward with high winds and low pressure that popped your ears and engendered a primal fear. Soon sirens blared as the culmination of physics manifested in an eerie calm. Bluish black clouds ragged with pent up rage acquiesced to nothing.
Buildings shook as they do when heavy ordnance releases it’s fury. With the rise in air currents came the chattering of old roof tops that graced structures with uncertainty, threatened to be peeled back or just collapsing with fatigue. We saw a woman on a phone as the curtain of night started to drape itself about and the luminous light and sound show intensified bringing an increased sense of dread.
We wandered about and around the phone lady and soon she feel self aware and struck out to find another place. Marci and I, decided to hole up in this semi-private space, waiting for the current round of chaos to abate. The last round of storms left us shaking. To the left of us was a window which was heavily armored and I assured my consort that we were safe. Suddenly like a bomb exploding, a wash of red covered the window, a human stain with no doubt, all was not well.
As we found another spot that seemed safe, a room that looked like a classroom and filled with people, I had some bad feelings here, even more than any that I had spent time in and my suspicions were born out. With another lull in this never-ending parade of severe weather and the threatening sounds of crashing glass and gales of wind unseating rooftops we found an office across the street.
This one office struck my fancy as I saw a bay window front to a store and office warehouse. Me and my friend sat in two of the chairs practically inert and watch debris flash by in an instant. Only slightly more safe was this place and keeping that in mind, I went into the warehouse with Marci in toe. There were a lot of beautiful furnishings all handmade with the middle of the room sporting a table with chesire-acting cat sitting quietly in a chair next to that table. She knowingly acknowledged me in this strange sanctuary conspicuously absent of people.
Walking back outside the carnage was obvious. The scenery changes were not limited to buildings as dumpsters of debris, seemingly human powdered the landscape and the aftermath of solitary suffering.
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