Posts Tagged ‘storm’

It’s a twister! It’s a twister!


I’m living on Silver Street in the house I lived in for 14 years in New Hampshire. My parents, Lisa, our dog Shadow—he passed away last August—and Cassie’s dog Buster are there.

I go outside and begin walking down the street toward town. I see Lisa sitting on a lawn chair in our neighbor’s driveway with the two dogs. As I walk down the street toward Lisa and the dogs, I notice the clouds are dark and low and they are starting to form the shape of a tornado.

I stop. My breath is quiet and shallow. I stand completely still as I see the clouds form a gigantic tornado about thirty feet to my left. The tornado cuts through the houses on the opposite side of the road from me, heading away from town. I hear screaming and crying.

I beg Lisa to go inside. It’s not safe. My mother is in the backyard now, leaning against the fence that separates the neighbor’s driveway and our backyard. I beg them both to go inside.

I see several tornados in the sky. One forms and speeds head-on in my direction. My feet can’t move. “Please go inside!” I yell over the wailing winds of the tornado. Just before it reaches me, the tornado jumps over my head and avoids me completely.

Lisa and my mother won’t go inside. I give up and run in the house. My father is sitting in the living room playing video games. I quickly tell him what’s going on and run down the basement stairs.

The stair’s railing is low. I’m able to lie on the ground and hug it. For some reason, I feel like this will keep me safe. I close my eyes. The house begins to shake and I feel a cool wind whip across my back. I know a tornado just went through my house and holding onto the railing saved me.

Lisa and my mother finally come down into the basement. Everything is quiet for a minute. My grandfather appears and says that everything is alright now. The tornados are gone, he says.

I wake up hugging my pillow the same way I was hugging the railing.

Tornados in New England? Doesn’t happen. But it did in 2008. This short video confirms 9 in NH Towns.

Oh, The Things You Can Do!


A lucid dream (LD) is a dream in which you are aware that you are dreaming and, after some practice, you are able to control what happens. There are many things to do while lucid. You can go on a tropical vacation or go skiing; you can make the rain stop, summon long-lost friends, deceased relative or famous celebrity. You can fly into outer space and freefall back down to Earth. You can conquer a dragon and dub yourself King. The possibilities are endless!

Some LD’s can be fun when you have a good deal of control over your surroundings, others can be scary. The following is a short LD that I recorded on July 13, 2007. It is an example of one of my more fun and successful LD’s.

“I woke up and it was still dark outside. Matthew had already left for work. I got up out of bed. I knew something didn’t feel right. ‘I’m dreaming!’ I yelled over and over again. And I mean I really yelled it. Loud and clear! I had never felt so lucid in a dream before. I thought to myself, I know I’m dreaming and I’m in control, so let’s try flying through the ceiling! I took off and flew outside. Something was wrong, so I flew back inside. I felt as if my vision was still inside but my body was outside. Let’s try it again! The second try was successful.

‘Wait!’ I thought aloud, ‘if I’m really in control, I can summon someone. Someone I’d never really meet in real life!’ I flew back into my bedroom. After a minute, it dawned on me: ADAM BRODY!

I walked into the hallway and thought more. This is my dream. I can do whatever I want to without feeling ashamed. I concentrated on Adam Brody and he walked up the stairs toward me. I pushed him up against the wall and we started making out. Eventually we ended up with our clothes off, still in the hallway, doing more than just making out. The dream faded and I woke up.”

In contrast, the following LD is a small (edited) except from a very long dream recorded on March 12, 2008. This is an example of a LD gone bad due to a lack of control.

“I began to fly  around. Courtney, Bobby Flay and that stupid woman were nowhere to be seen. I told myself that because this was a dream, I could go anywhere I wanted. I decided on a tropical island. When I started to fly faster, picking up lots of speed, I closed my eyes and concentrated. I thought about my ideal island: white sand, palm trees and the bluest water in the world.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the middle of a large, stormy ocean. Scared shitless, I quickly observed my rough surroundings. The gigantic fifty-foot swells rushed past me as I hovered just inches above the water, unable to fly higher to safety. The dark, gray sky looked like felt and only added to the terror.

Afraid that a wave would take me down and I would drown, I closed my eyes and tried to change the scene again. This time I didn’t care where I ended up just as long as I was out of the ocean.

I tried flying around in the direction that I believed I came from, trying to get back to my aunt’s house. It didn’t work. I just got more and more lost among the ocean storm. I saw a few tiny islands covered with pine trees, but they didn’t look safe enough to land on. My lucidity faded and I woke up.”