Tornadoes
The last segment of dreamtime I am in Florida. The sky has taken a very ugly turn. Something straight out of sci-fi novel. It has blues and blacks and off on the horizon I see a line of tornadoes. Big nasty suckers that threaten to change the very landscape of the region. I start to head back to the house I am visiting friends in. I see an old woman who seems oblivious to the situation. I grab her up and run into the house. I tell the other two occupants to go to the strongest part of the house. We all go into the bathroom and prepare for the impact of the tornadoes. I remember saying a version of my protection prayer. I feel the entire house spinning in a very intense way. I wake up.
