(this is a dream…)
We were on a trip of some sort, driving North on the left side ramp of the highway, like the little stretch of road leading up to the back-end of my current hometown in DFW from I-35. The vehicle was some small, 2-door, grey-blue Honda. The driver was male, I believe it was Levi. I was the passenger, wearing a strange grey hooded sweater-jacket I’ve never owned, and hunched up into a ball on the seat as if cold.
I was staring outside, admiring the overcast sky. Everywhere was a large expanse of soft, cotton-candy, dark grey condensing water vapor. It seemed vaguely ominous to me, but not to the point of concern. There was only a small chance of rain that night, and currenty the air was calm, but everything was bustling with the usual daily tasks.
Suddenly, slightly off to the left, a large funnel had developed. I noticed it, and didn’t believe what I saw. The seconds passed with a thundering pulse. By the time Levi had seen it and realized what it was, it had stepped onto the road a few miles in front of us, heading our way as if with dire purpose.
Levi did a quick 3-way U-turn and started going in the opposite direction, beginning the first steps of trying to outrun the horribly large creature that was bearing town on us, ripping anything within its reach into shreds without mercy.
The drivers around us were extremely slow to notice what was coming, and we were frantically weaving, pushing, and blaring our horn as we fought our way down the street. All the while, I kept urging Levi to “step on the gas!” However, the pathetic little vehicle we were in did not seem to have the horsepower we so desparately needed. The dark, howling creature continued to hunt us.
With the winds getting closer, and with our frantic pace set in front of us, Levi somehow lost control of the vehicle and ran violently into the ditch. The car could not be pushed out, and ceased to run. We somehow got out of the vehicle and huddled next to the side of the car, staring at our deaths as it inched closer by the second.
Just before the outer reaches of the winds came within range, the large, terrible beast moaned, stumbled, and, with one last, melacholy howl, it fell. The tornado tumbled like a dizzy top and disappated before our eyes, just as we were ready to die. For some reason, we were spared.
Nature was mocking us then, laughing at the wide-eyed looks on our faces.
