Tornado Dreams
Sep. 6th, 2004 06:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaThere was just a tornado siren and I'm freaked out . . . because I just had a freaky dream about tornadoes last night. It's been a while since I had one (WHY can't I stick to the nice SHRIEKING SHACK dreams???).
Mom, Neil, and I went to pick up Tory from gymnastics-- she used to go to Kirsten's Kidnastics where her Tae Kwon Do is now, and for some reason it was still gymnastics in the dream and not Tae Kwon Do-- and we went inside and chatted for a while. Then Mom said it was time to go home, but there was a tornado siren and there was an actual tornado cloud (of course) ABOVE our freaking car (and this time it was big enough to swallow it, not be able to have my hands put around it, like most of my tornadoes in my dreams), right ready to touch down. I was like, "Um, Mom, there's a tornado right there, ready to touch down!" but she was like, "Oh, no, we'll make it home in time . . . and we'll just go into our basement there," but I grabbed her and dragged her down into the basement-- which doesn't exist, apparently, in that building-- but I stopped to use the bathroom first (yeah, of course, me; I use the bathroom a lot in my dreams and then I'm not satisfied and so I wake up and realize I need to use the actual bathroom) which was tucked back in a little corner, and then we dove down under some blankets under some windows in a corner, avoiding the windows as the lights flickered and the sirens roared and the wind blew.
The gymnastics class went on upstairs.
Then we finally emerged when it was all over, and Mom was like, "Wow, it's a good thing that Amy had that idea that we go into the basement; there were people driving on the road that we would have taken and seven of them died.
I was like, "Of course; I am the genius."
Well, nothing is popping up on the weather channel. It's talking about pollen count. WTF??? I guess I'll just sit back and die then.
Woo . . . still enjoying my day. Of course, Mom had to kill it and be like, "You didn't give me any ice cream, merp merp merp . . . and I washed all the dishes, and I'm glad YOU had a bad day but I had a bad one and I'm all pissy, merp merp merp!" (only with less of the merp-ing). Why can I never be happy? There always has to be somebody to come around and ruin it by being mad.
I'm still happy, though. Ha! Take that!
Mom, Neil, and I went to pick up Tory from gymnastics-- she used to go to Kirsten's Kidnastics where her Tae Kwon Do is now, and for some reason it was still gymnastics in the dream and not Tae Kwon Do-- and we went inside and chatted for a while. Then Mom said it was time to go home, but there was a tornado siren and there was an actual tornado cloud (of course) ABOVE our freaking car (and this time it was big enough to swallow it, not be able to have my hands put around it, like most of my tornadoes in my dreams), right ready to touch down. I was like, "Um, Mom, there's a tornado right there, ready to touch down!" but she was like, "Oh, no, we'll make it home in time . . . and we'll just go into our basement there," but I grabbed her and dragged her down into the basement-- which doesn't exist, apparently, in that building-- but I stopped to use the bathroom first (yeah, of course, me; I use the bathroom a lot in my dreams and then I'm not satisfied and so I wake up and realize I need to use the actual bathroom) which was tucked back in a little corner, and then we dove down under some blankets under some windows in a corner, avoiding the windows as the lights flickered and the sirens roared and the wind blew.
The gymnastics class went on upstairs.
Then we finally emerged when it was all over, and Mom was like, "Wow, it's a good thing that Amy had that idea that we go into the basement; there were people driving on the road that we would have taken and seven of them died.
I was like, "Of course; I am the genius."
Well, nothing is popping up on the weather channel. It's talking about pollen count. WTF??? I guess I'll just sit back and die then.
Woo . . . still enjoying my day. Of course, Mom had to kill it and be like, "You didn't give me any ice cream, merp merp merp . . . and I washed all the dishes, and I'm glad YOU had a bad day but I had a bad one and I'm all pissy, merp merp merp!" (only with less of the merp-ing). Why can I never be happy? There always has to be somebody to come around and ruin it by being mad.
I'm still happy, though. Ha! Take that!
