The Dream

Bill Stankus is a fellow blogger I follow. He requested comments from readers asking what his next post should be about, as he was kind off stuck on what to write. I told him to write about the last dream he had. I thought 'hey, that's not a bad idea for this post'.


I was on my Grandparent's farm and looking at the threatening black skies. There was bad weather heading our way. I could hear the warnings on weather radios which many strangers around me were carrying. From a distance I could see many tornadoes appear several hundred feet in the air heading straight for me. The crowd of people had gone down in their underground shelters and I was left alone to fend for myself. I ran for my Grandparent's empty farm house. I was Dorothy Gale in drag.

The inside of the house was nothing like I remembered. It appeared that I was inside a castle with a very high tower looming above me. I heard the dark clouds pounding against the wooden door above me and then saw the black clouds coming in the tower, making a creaking noise as they passed through. I woke up very frightened. I heard the creaking sound again and realized it was Charlene grinding her teeth.

I stayed awake until I heard the clock strike two and awaited the ghost of economic future to hover into our bedroom to show me some real horrors.