Last night, I had the weirdest inception-like dream. For those who have seen Inception, or perhaps it is more accurate to say for those who have had their minds raped by Inception, they will understand what I am talking about.
In my dream, I was back in Michigan and a storm was brewing. One of those dark, nasty storms where the sky turns black and foreboding. I was outside of my parents house when in the distance, I could see a black funnel cloud forming in the sky. The winds were picking up and my family turned and ran toward the house. I stood there in a trance, watching the funnel cloud form into a tornado, touching the ground and heading straight for me–as if it’s mission was to destroy me. I ran toward the house, through the garage and started heading into the basement as the walls of the house started to disappear. I looked up and I was in the eye of the tornado, still on the staircase and staring up into the black, mesmerizing vortex. My family was no where around. I looked down the stairs and saw myself sleeping soundly in my California apartment. I ran down the stairs and started screaming at myself. “Wake up! Wake Up!” I could feel myself trying to wake up but I couldn’t. My body was paralyzed. I lifted myself up and started slapping my own face, screaming “Wake Up!” I still couldn’t do it. I flung myself onto the ground as the rest of my house was pulled up into the tornado. I was on my stomach in the dirt, face down, trying to will myself to wake up. I closed my eyes tightly. When I opened them, I was in my bed, lying on my stomach, face down in my pillow. I sat up to make sure I was really awake. I could hear the rain pounding on my window. I looked out the window at the black, clouded night sky, completely freaked out. What the hell kind of dream was that?