A tornado is approaching, but it looks peculiar. As it gets closer, I see that it is comprised of plastic baby dolls: the kind which close their eyes when you put them on their backs. The cyclone weebles and wobbles, and the dolls all open and close their eyes in respect to the movement. When the storm passes directly overhead, I see that the eye of the tornado is a giant doll eye. It winks at me, and I wake up.
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Date: 2005-09-11 12:11 am (UTC)From: