Respect the Wind

A Dream From The Past

My mom and I talk about a paradise that we have visited. A perfect place, except for the many days of rain. I can't recall the name, but it sounds like Hawaii.

We move to Las Vegas. This is the paradise that we believed in, although, the place we described was quite different.

I stand outside in the front yard when off in the distance, I see a black tornado. It isn't clear yet whether the twister is coming our way. I run inside and tell my mom of the storm. My mom, a kid, named Joseph, and I run down into the basement. My sister Kristen is asleep in her bedroom, which is at the entry to the basement. My mom tries to convince her to wake up to avoid the danger. She stays in bed.

While hiding in the corner of the basement, I can hear the tornado getting louder. It is very close to our house. I run to my sister's room and yell at her to get up. To seek shelter. Once again, she declines until she hears the sound of the storm tearing her room apart. She sees how important the situation has become and decides to seek shelter, but it is too late. The black tornado sucks her out of her bedroom window. The rest of us hide.

When the storm is over, we turn into an Italian family. My name is probably Vinny Santoro or something like that. A family friend comes over to ask a favor. He wants to rebuild my sisters demolished bedroom. For how much? He says, $25,000.00. My little Italian brother, standing next to me, assumes that mom will never go for that. I tell him to let me talk to mom and see what I can do. The family friend is pleased.

I walk into my deceased sister's room. Everything is painted white. Glass cupboards and shelves are everywhere. One of our cleaning ladies, an older woman, is in one of the cabinets working. A young cleaning lady walks in. I go to her, and we embrace. I begin to cry. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Storm Outside

Dream 8/18/2017

I am in high school. I hang out in a class that is not my own. I am friends with several guys a few grades below me and I am relaxing in their classroom. The teacher hands out a test. Now I feel like I am part of this class. I take the test near the back of the room. Some of the test is geography while other parts are a completely different subject matter. I guess on most of the questions. In my mind, I am hoping that the teacher takes mercy on me since I've just joined the class. I take my test to a bathroom at the back of the classroom and finish it in there. The bathroom is haunted. I definitely feel a presence here. When I leave the bathroom I hear a few of my friends tell the teacher about the ghost.

A tornado is in the area of the school. The alarms go blaring and classes walk in line formation to their pre-determined areas. The students then sit down with their backs against the walls and their heads between their knees. I've somehow lost my class. I walk around the school looking but cannot find them. A few other students are in the same situation. We decide to skip finding our correct places and sneak down to the basement of the school.

At the bottom of the basement stairs is the boys locker room. We hang out in this area until someone at the top of the stairs turns the lights off. We immediately freak out and run to the top of the stairs to turn the lights back on. We then reconvene in the basement locker room. I've always found the basement of the school frightening. Today is no exception. I wonder to the back of the locker room where there is usually three or four showers that don't work. When I get there, the showers are gone and replaced with a very large bathroom. It's a very nice bathroom with bold colors. Many stalls. Many showers. Well lit. It's like finding Narnia at the back of the wardrobe. The tornado never comes Dream ends.

I wake up