addled primogenitur

i wake up to the sound of a thunderstorm. for some reason i am not living in my real house, instead i'm staying in my grandparents old place across the gravel road.

the sky is huge, as if i am seeing over the trees. scanning the horizon i see a funnel cloud touch down, turning from a vaguely discernible twist of air into a thick black column. it skips through the trees, making its way towards my parents house. i'm getting a little worried, then i notice one, two, three, four, five other funnel clouds. the columns align looking like the scariest cathedral i've ever imagined.


dreams don't mean jack.