• Fax machines.
• Margret
• Baseball in Texas
• Baseball in KY, Flemming County.
• Lightning
• Funnel over the hill
• Sink holes in mud, girl, thinking of Scene in The Rescuers
• Glass, box spring gate
• Building maze
• Gloves
• Tornado

 

Found myself in an cubicle farm somewhere in Texas, with computers and Fax machines everywhere broken down and several people all shouting with angry voices at me to fix them. I set to work, frantically taking machines apart, and putting them together, mostly successful until I came upon one particular model that wouldn’t respond to my attempts. For whatever reason the entirety of that office depended on getting that one machine to work, and nothing I tried would get it working.

Finally some unidentified person said “why don’t you just get another one.” Made sense, so I stepped outside. Turns out the office was right on a Vegas like strip with blaring lights and signs. Several of these signs were about Baseball. A woman next to me remarked that no one loves their baseball like people in Texas. When I turned to look, this person as Marget Moore (Tom Moore’s mother, who is still alive and kicking at 90+ in the real world). I responded with, I don’t know, we love it an awful lot in Kentucky too…

…instantly I was at the far end of an old farm in Flemming County that belonged to Cody’s grandmother. The farm is very real and sits on a small flat halfway up the north hillside of a long east/west valley. For the most part its geography was consistent in the dream. A storm was approaching but there was a baseball game in progress. Most of the players were children, with a few adults. All were strangers to me except the catcher. In the dream I knew the catcher as a friendly acquaintance, but he doesn’t match up to anyone from real life.

As if to answer Marget’s statement about Texans loving baseball, this person said we play no matter what. Right on cue, he was nearly struck by lighting from the storm, singing his cap. He laughed it off and said nothing short of a tornado would stop their game. Sure enough, I got an eerie feeling – there wasn’t a visual cue of danger, but the air smelled wrong. After a couple of minutes checking the sky, I finally saw a funnel was beginning to form on the opposite side of the valley. It hadn’t yet materialized, but I knew we were in big trouble.

I called for my friend’s attention, and he immediately agreed we had to get everyone to a safe spot. We shouted warnings and everyone started heading for the pig sty. Along the way we had to pass through a kind of quicksand. large holes would open up randomly, and we had to carefully skip from rock to rock in order to avoid them. In the dream this seemed perfectly normal. A particularly large on opened in front of me that required skirting the fence line around its edge to get by. One of the girls told me “That one always happens to you”. I joked “yeah”, and remember thinking the hole reminded me of the tide pool hole in The Rescuers. No one had any real problems though, and we got them inside.

Once in the building, my friend and I remarked it wasn’t really going to help much, but we both knew it had a cellar that would do the trick, if we could just find the entrance. He suggested the very far end where a big pile of stuff lay. He set to getting a big pane of glass out of the way, while I laid down to get leverage to shove a set of box springs that was jammed in the space. It only took a moment for both of us. He got the glass cleared, and I was able to force the box springs forward, but doing so knocked out parts of the far wall and exposed us. It didn’t matter though, because we’d uncovered a small hole – this was the entrance and at that point everyone was going to be safe.

My friend went to go everyone gathered, and I looked down to realize I was wearing my full compliment of exploration and emergency gear, with only my gloves missing. I don’t know why, but I thought it simply wouldn’t do to not have them, and also knew my truck was parked nearby. I didn’t bother to say anything to anyone since they were safe now, and leaped outside through the collapsed wall.

The wind was horrible and there was a fog that made visibility nearly zero. Also, several other buildings were laid out in such a way that I had to maneuver around them and couldn’t see the driveway until I came round a corner. When I did, there, not 10′ in front of me was the tornado. It was no wider than a car and this seemed normal, but still stretched ground to sky like a real tornado would. As soon as I saw it I realized my life was over; there was no escape. I simply knew this.

I remember being annoyed that I was now fully isolated and alone after being around people not seconds ago. I also remember thinking I would at least take this on my own terms and tried to move forward. I couldn’t though. I’d been afflicted with that weird ream paralysis. Not only could I not get away, I couldn’t budge myself at all. I struggled to take just one step but my legs simply wouldn’t obey.

The tornado for its part was moving closer, but in circles, taking it toward then away from me. I was upset more at the total loss of dignity than anything else. I could barely even speak but after some struggle I did manage to mutter a challenge (quote): “Come on you bastard, come and get me.” It was the only defiance I could produce – no other part of my body would respond.

The funnel kept getting closer, and I kept trying to move for what seemed like several minutes. Finally it was within just a couple of feet and at that point stopped circling and started moving directly toward me. I still couldn’t move my legs, but with a last effort I was able to just lean forward and swat at it. I recall some smug satisfaction that no matter how futile my efforts (swatting at a tornado, lol), at least I wasn’t 100% helpless after all. It enveloped me immediately after and the dream ceased.

Analysis

ADHD much? This dream is clearly the result of random thoughts and interests. It is well beyond analysis, at least for an amateur such as myself.