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A Dream of Pure Apocalypse...

I arrived at a party of sorts. I didn't intend to stay, but I ran into some old high school friends and it seemed odd not to stay and hang out for a while. I was excited to catch up with them, but I had a couple of suitcases that I had left outside and I wanted to go grab them and stash them somewhere safe. When I came back from doing so, the friends had all left. I asked which way they went, hoping to be able to chase them down, but the people I asked indicated that they had sped off in a hurry and were long gone by now.
I wandered back into the house, seeing that the party was dying down. I wanted to leave as soon as I could, but I wasn't sure where I was going or how I was getting there. One of my teachers from grade school apparently owned the house. I saw him puttering around, cleaning up the place in the wake of the party. He didn't bother to say hello to me, but rather put me on task for a cleaning project that involved the bathroom. I really hate cleaning bathrooms that aren't my own and I cringed at the thought. I managed to get a little lost in the large house, to buy myself some time while I figured out how to leave. I tried calling my Dad, hoping he could come give me a ride. Working cell phones in dreamspace is next to impossible for me, and unfortunately, this would become a problem throughout the dream.
I wandered back outside to the fire pit, where many people were still hanging out. I asked to see what they were all up to and someone responded that they were going to be getting out fast, because of the massive global storm that was due any minute. I looked up at the darkening sky as it took a moment to comprehend what a global storm could be.
It didn't take long before dark patches of clouds began to resolve as fierce votrices, spinning faster and faster, eventually dropping little veins of tornadoes. Some of the clouds were nearly black and flashed with flame. They were high up but nearly above us and I could feel the heat of the flames. This made me realize the severity of the storm and I suddenly went into a panic. I ran inside, locating my things and frantically searched for a way out. The rain began and it hammered the windows with ferocity. The strength of the rain was scary enough, but when I looked outside, we were surrounded by hundreds of shoe-string tornadoes. They weren't big enough to threaten on their own, but put together, they represented a force yet to arrive that would leave no tree, house, or human standing.
Inside the house, I found my cousin Rachel, and Trace. He had a ride lined up with enough room for us. There were a few cars that were heading out and we could go with them. I collected the rest of my things and was ready to make my exit. As we left the house, we found that the rain had stopped and the storm had abated (for now). The worst was yet to come, but in the meantime we had a few minutes to figure out how to get to a safe place. We crammed all our luggage in the cars and set off. Some how we were suddenly on bikes and I powered my way up a steep, dusty ridge. When I got to the top, it was the top of the bluff at Discovery Park. From there, we had a perfect view of the mountains and horizon. Far off, we could see the storm system that had just washed over us. It was like a sprawling hydra-head; little snakes of tornado spinning off in every direction.
There were lots of people up here and they were all determined to gather here by night, to ride out the storm together. I found Trace and we decided to come back here, but we needed to get some things together first. Then we were back in the car and traveling fast in an arbitrary direction. I was desperately trying to locate my cell phone. Every time I reached my bag, it was impossible to open or I had the wrong pocket, or stuff fell out and I had to grab it, or I realized something else I had to do. So frustrating! I finally got my phone and it was nearly dead. I tried to use someone else's phone but I couldn't get it to work. First I couldn't remember my mom's number, then it wouldn't type in correctly. Finally, I went back to my phone and tried it one last time. It worked, I got through and mom was safe in Battleground with her parents. She promised that she had locked the kitties inside so they'd be safe. I was suddenly transported home, where the kitties were sleeping soundly in the living room. I looked out at the horizon and realized just how close the storm was. I thanked mom and hung up. I took a moment to chill out, focusing on the beauty of the cloud structures around us. For a few minutes I actually forgot that we were in danger. When I came back, I looked over at Trace and told him that if this really was our last night on earth, that at least I'd had a good life and could spend my last minutes with some good people.
Then we were out of the cars, sitting in a grove of trees. There were quite a few people there. I had started a small fire, for light. We were below the bluff, but there were a few things we wanted to take care of before we went up there to sit out the final storm. We needed to roll some joints. I figured it would be less windy down here, so I got on task. I asked my cousin for some herb and she handed me a big bunch of small holly leaves. She insisted that they were weed, and they definitely had pretty crystals on them, but they were too fibrous to break up and roll. Instead, I threw them on the fire and enjoyed the aroma while Trace looked for some other herb. In the meantime, I started making s'mores. It seemed an asinine task before going up to watch the end of the world. The wind was making it difficult and eventually I gave up. Trace hadn't returned with the herb, so I gave up on that too.
I was starting to see the little snakes of tornadoes dropping down from the clouds again and I realized it was going to be time to get settled very soon.
We drove back up to the top of the ridge and everyone got out and sort of disappeared into the crowd.
My first thought was that I should have brought an umbrella to the apocalypse party. I don't know why I didn't think of it, but it was sure to be really rainy. My second thought was where we should sit. There was a sturdy log fence at the perimeter of the area where people were seated at the bluff. I thought it would be best to huddle next to it, lest the winds whip us around, or in case of debris flying around. It would perhaps provide some shelter. Trace said this was ludicrous. I realized that we were on a high, exposed bluff and that there was nothing that could save us up here.
I had a vision of my own death. I saw myself taken by the wind, hurled off the cliff and down into the waiting ocean below. Even if I hit the water and not rocks or beach, I would still have a narrow chance of survival because the water would be so cold and even if I managed to get back to shore, how would I survive a night in a storm with freezing, wet clothing on? For the first time, under the darkening sky, I realized the futility of trying to survive this global storm.

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