Mammatus

This one is going to have me on edge for some time. This one happened before the dream in the previous entry.

In this dream, I'm sitting in the back of our family's car as it's stopped on the road by a field. This field is about two minutes from our local highschool, and thus two minutes from the town.

I'm looking east, where a bright red background of the sky makes the dark clouds look even more ominous than they already are.

As I watch, a part of the clouds which is obviously the wall cloud of the supercell, begins to change rapidly, forming a large, violent tornado. I want to freak out, but I'm too busy staring in awe at this destructive force of nature. It's the first tornado I've ever seen in person, without being in it's direct path. It begins heading towards our town, where it literally levels the place.

It is later deemed to be an EF-4 and there being at least 50 casualties and a good number more injuries (there are 8000 people in our town).

It is apparently March in this dream, and there are no leaves on the trees yet.

I don't know where this came from, but anyway. I had this dream last night.

In the dream, I'm at a party that seems very 50s/60s, and possibly in America. Everyone seemed to be American except me and the man in this dream. I don't really think I'm me, seeing as I was Russian man in this dream (I'm not Russian). Anyway.

I'm sitting a a table by myself, and the room is pretty crowded. I take a sip of the champagne(?) that's in my hand, as a man I recognise sits down across from me and we start a discussion about "the plans" (this man sort of looks like Uncle Max from "The Sound of Music"). He might be English or from some other part of Europe. His accent is mixed.

There is a woman standing in the corner of the room talking with a group of men, she wears a smirk. They're all laughing and having a good time, when she decides to walk over to us and greet us. She has short curly blonde hair, and is possibly in her late 20s. She has bright blue eyes and is wearing a long silver dress with a white feather boa.

I don't remember what she said, but she mentioned a "Rudolf" that we had apparently been talking about. It occured to me later that she shouldn't have known what we were talking about, and as the man I had spoken to earlier passed me, I grabbed him by the collar. He gave me a funny look.

"What is it?"

"That woman, I think she's a spy. Look at her over there," I said pointing to her across the room. He furrowed his brows and shook his head.

"Alright", he said. "I'll look into it. You stay here and keep an eye on her."

The scene changes and we're trying to escape the building that party is being held in by climbing out a window and jumping into the river below.