Whirlwind

Last night's dream had a tornado in it, and those are some of my favorites. Here goes...

I don't quite remember how it started, so the first part I remember is that it's a backwoods setting, sorta cabin-on-the lake. But the kind most Minnesota families have, not the "perfect image" you find on post cards. Anyhow, I'm in my place (because it's mine in the dream), and there are people I didn't invite there. They're either bill collectors or political campaigners- I don't remember which, but regardless they were unwelcome.

Anyhow, it's two good lookin' chicks and some pud that makes me think of the creepy TA in "Road Trip." He heads out to get something or someone, and I go about my business (at this point I'm living in a trailer house near a gravel pit). The chicks follow me, and I'm pretty sure at this point the they're campaigning for the Green Party. Anyhow, it's me and them and some anonymous "buddy) of mine. Details on the 4th party never got more detailed than that.

Suddenly the wind picks up fiercely. Straight line winds, and lots of rain. We're out at the woodshed, near the edge of the gravel pit. I look over the rim and see the funnel cloud and barely have time to yell "tornado!" We hold onto what we can. Some blonde chick is running across the gravel pit towards us, but she never gets that far before the winds pick her up. I'm thinking "sucks to be you" when it picks all of us and the shed up as well.

There's a chain link fence around the gravel pit, and the winds start spinning us along it like a washing machine at the end of the cycle. There's other people in the pit at this point too, but they're not being affected. We pick up speed, and are suddenly flung out of the fence in a straight line through the woods.

We're travelling at a velocity of hundreds of miles an hour, and the trees are comin' fast. I yell for everyone to try to grab onto something to try to slow our "flight", but it's not in time before I slam right into full grown aspen and richochet right past. We slow, and I eventually come to a stop when I manage to grab onto a sapling, pulling it completely out of the ground. When I've stopped completely I'm in a camp ground and there's a number of wide-eyed campers around me. The only words out of my mouth are "where the hell is the ambulance?!"

It never shows, but suddenly my dad pulls up with this old truck and a bunch of stuff in the back. Turns out that it's some kind of "family business" that he owed me. I head off, back to where my "house" was. It's now the scout camp I used to work at, the kitchen in particular. A bunch of the guys are making pastries, and a few of us sit down to eat. One dude, Derrick, is actually picking the filling out one of the pastries and leaving the rest. I'm just saying something to him about it when I suddenly wake up, realize my alarm didn't go off and I've only overslept by 7 minutes.