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Thursday June 28th 2012, 8:23 pm

I’m in some strange city, or at least I cannot recognize my location. Its drab and grey, but somehow quaint and comforting. I’m driving along in a car, alone. The sky is golden sunset colors, big blue Maxfield Parrish clouds that seem miles tall, magnificently arc across. I’m now pulled over to the side of the road and exiting the car, I’ve reached the outskirts of the town. To one side of the road I see a low dark wooden fence that runs parallel with the street. Beyond this lay large rolling hills of golden grass that subtly shift in brightness as a breeze pushes along the slopes, kicking up flecks of dried brush and pollens. The hills have spots here and there where groupings of dark green cypress trees of various heights gather. They’re all perfectly shaped and pruned to picturesque perfections, like storybook trees.

But now the sky is rapidly becoming gloom, and I look toward the distant horizon where the clouds have become oppressively darkened, the blackest most wicked clouds I’ve seen. They permeate the atmosphere with menace. The wind gusts become tumultuously defiant, blasting ears and skin. I see groups of other people now, all headed for the nearest crop of the cypress trees. I take another look into the sky and the threatening wall of clouds looms ever larger, ever closer, swirling with rage. My heart begins to quicken, and my nerves set on edge.

I make a run for the same apparent safety of the thicket of trees as everyone else. A violent roar booms as if a giant lion were chasing, nipping at my heels, anxious to devour. I make it to the tree line and immediately flatten myself to the ground, next to me, doing the same, is a dark haired brown skinned woman. I note that she is wearing a simple red t-shirt. She briefly looks at me acknowledging my presence, then immediately tightens her eyes closed as much as she can, her brow furrows.

The blasting archaic engine of the storm hits, fearfully realizing that my legs are partially unsheltered. The winds grasp and scrape at them, clawing and pulling at them. For the briefest of moments the primal force is lifting my lower body up, there is sense of partial weightlessness, but then suddenly I’m released. And violent roars seem to wither as my legs drop to the dusty surface. We slowly rise up and peer outward, the black bestial clouds are breaking up before our eyes, and shafts of golden light cast to the ground. I turn to the woman, but now her shirt has become pastel blue. I begin telling her what I felt as my legs were violently tugged and yanked upward, that I’m amazed and elated by this experience. She looks at me questioningly with her round dark eyes, not saying anything for a moment. She finally speaks in a bewildered expression, “Thats impossible. There is no way the thing could’ve done that and you still stand here, you’d be gone. You must’ve imagined it all.” I was taken aback by this, offended by her disbelief.

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