The Dream

[shanmonster]

I'm in the forest, pulling up wild strawberry plants by the roots. Every now and then, the root I grab isn't from a strawberry plant, but from some unknown herb. The roots pull reluctantly from the ground, long, irregular, and sickly white. Loam flies up into the air as I yank the roots. I know the strawberry roots should be scarlet and not like these pallid stringers.

The wind picks up suddenly, and I run back to the house, staring up at the sky. The clouds race by just like in a time-lapsed video. It's unnatural, and speeding up more and more as I watch. I stand nervously at the door, and there is a huge bang as a spiral of cloud appears horizontal to the ground. It's shaped like a segment of tornado crossed with a DNA helix, and it moves much more slowly than the surrounding clouds. As I watch, it crashes down into the forest across the road from me. There is another huge bang, and a blue shockwave bursts toward me. I run inside and shut the door, and the shockwave disintegrates it into an explosion of slivers.

I know she has arrived.

And then I wake up.

Comments

[twilightrabbit.livejournal.com]

Reminds me of a dream I had some years ago:

Was walking in the forest on the right side of an old river bed that had become a weakened creek after years of being dry; it was finally lush again. Everything was green and summer time, clover in bloom. I had little raised land to walk on without falling into the mud of the crick. The ridge was little more than two feet wide at the most (and I'm talking ligaments as opposed to inched increments), steeply sloped, slippery and raised at least 6' off the ground floor of the crick. The grass was tall and sparse on the well-worn path, covered in sand, gravel and dead leaves. I was looking for her and heard the wind whisper that the lightning would get me before I ever found her.
I was looking along the ground for what she had lost, not knowing what it was but knowing I would recognize it once espied. The autumn leaves from the last season were wet with the recent spring rain. It was summertime, not hot yet, but it would be soon.
And the lighting would get me before I saw her, but that was okay because it was the lightning that she was looking for. In the back of my mind I imagined someone was smiling at me.

Then I woke up.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

I think your "she" is more benevolent than mine. Mine was pretty scary.