Originally Posted by
Alucinor XIII
Update: Smoked a little bit since my last post, all of which was on two separate ocassions. Stayed sober for the majority of days. Dream recall is definitely recovering. Remembered 3 1/2 dreams last night. One of which was incredibly vivid. ( I actually just remembered the rest of a dream as I wrote this...lol make that 4 dreams)
I was a Father, with my (non-existent) son of age 10, at a sort of truck-stop/outpost. The entire land was frozen and covered with snow, with plenty of trees bordering one side, and a larger city in the distance on the other side. I don't know what we were doing there, but a ferocious storm hit. My son and I ran for shelter into what seemed to be a cellar for storing food (Freezers, coolers, washroom, etc).
As I was looking out the window, a tornado began to form. I tensed for a moment, and it went off towards the other city (BC-Something, I remember it being called) and rejoiced that it wasn't after us. I looked back outside later, and it was heading towards us again, and there was a little girl running away from it frantically.
I selfishly stayed inside, and bunkered down, despite the girl. I told my son to do the same, however he wasn't quite as cowardly as I. He went out and saved her, brought her to our spot just in time. I was yelling at him the entire time, fearing for my son's life--which is strange, I remember the "fatherly" feeling and fear, yet I have no kids, nor will I for a while. When they got back we waited out the storm. The aftermath showed debri and even a few bodies and body parts strewn across the post.
Pretty intense. Seems like the theme for this was my selfishness and cowardice, heh. However, I suppose that the courageous son still counts as a part of me, so all hope is not lost!
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