My decision to take a nap in late afternoon resulted in the following half concious, half sleep state dream:
I'm in the basement of a house I don't recognize, but the familiarity of it all is overwhleming. There is a boy in the house with me; I think it's the boy I have been sleeping with recently, the one I am quickly falling in love with, but I can't be sure. I can't see him to confirm, but his presence feels sensual.
I am overcome with the urge to go outside...
I step out the back door and find myself standing on a light grey deck that wraps around the back of the house. The light outside is strange and almost artificial. I can feel the wind picking up and I sense the storm. A gust of wind rushes past me and I feel nervous. Several gusts of wind tease my fear and I struggle to find something to hold onto. In the distance, I can see debris being picked up off the ground as if it requires no effort. The sky grows dark; it's like a big lid being sealed above me. I know what is coming, and I start telling myself to just wake up and end it. A massive gust from behind me rushes up my back and leaves me pinned to the deck. The pressure around me seems to increase and my ears feel as though they are going to burst. I can't move. The storm is roaring above me and I can feel it start to descend. I am screaming in my head to wake up. I know that all I have to do is open my eyes and it will end. Finally, the phone rings and the storm dies.
