Very High Winds

(All the writing in this set was based on dreams. For more info,
please read: 'An Explanation - 25 Dreams'.)

Having received a cheque for my writing, I immediately pay my mom's
telephone bill. Later, she calls me into her room to return the money I
gave her, plus fifty pounds for being considerate.

When I get back to my room I have three cheques, which then becomes
four, and I am confused as to which is which, which ones I received and
which ones I am sending.

I am practising piano and I can hear the wind rushing outside.

It begins abruptly and escalates steadily over the next few seconds
until it is a roar and I can feel the room - the house - shaking. It
feels as though the wind is going to take the house away and I think
TORNADO. I wait for the window to break, for the roof to be torn off,
for all the things you see in natural disaster shows to happen to
me.

I see things flying past the window: tree branches, road signs, a post
box.

I think of 100 mph winds.

I take out my mobile in case I need to phone for help and it twists,
bends like rubber in my hand, the wind trying to snatch it away from
me.

The window is not broken, yet I am dragged towards it and so I crawl
down beside the bed; if the window breaks I will crawl underneath it; I
have to hang on to the bed, because every gust attempts to draw me
away.

Worried what might happen once I am out of that window, swirling
through the air, high over the tops of houses with the black and grey
debris, I hope that the wind doesn't get any worse, that the tornado
will pass over us.

And it does.

Richard Wilson sends me messages, apologising profusely for waking me,
asking if I would like to join him in going to the shop. It is 4:30 in
the morning. He sends messages over and over, about seven times, all of
them apologising and all them suggesting that if I happen to be awake
could I join him for a walk. I think he is lonely and so I send a
message accepting his invitation and I get up out of bed.

Note:

I had this dream on the night of 13 June 01 (technically, early morning
on 14 June 01). This was the same night - I later learnt from the news
on TalkSport - that a tornado ravaged homes in South America, with 90
mph winds.

My first thought was that I was obviously psychic, that maybe I had
received the information in my sleep. But I later realised that I had
had the radio on, very quietly, all night and I may have heard news of
the South American tornado while half-asleep; or even while fully
asleep, the information slipping straight into my subconscious,
expressing itself in a dream.