The tornado of time

Dad and I were riding down a road. y family was commenting on the werid weather. It was cold, colder than usual. My sister had just returned from Tenneseee and commented that the snow there was nothing but slush, but it had been 14-degrees. I told her of the time we went to New Yersey (It was snowing there, too).

We drove down a road and then went to an airport. I took the car to run some erands and drove past a hangar where there seemed to be an accident. I ignored it because I was in a rush, and figured someone else cold handle it.

Later on I came back, and the accident was still there, so i called 911 and swent to it to see what I could find. here were a couple of people within the cars, trapped. I stared working at getting people out, then within minutes a bunch of people had joined me.

We first got a lady out of a smashed up car. Then, in another car, there were two ladies trapped, one old – 80’s – the other younger – 60’s. The 80 year odl wasn’t moving, but the 70 year old was, so we got her out first. Turns out her family – 40 year old daughter and 5 ear old granddaughter – were there, helping us with the crash. I had to punch out a window, so I wrapped my shirt around my first, then my dad gave me his, so I wapped his, too, and I punched out the window.

The old lady was gone. Dissappeared.

I couldn’t figure out what was going on, but the family said that this was their grandma, and that this just added to the end of a strange, mysterious life.

A few minutes later, as we were all conversing, one of the toys we had in our car – a little snow-white figurine – stared talking witih Josephine’s voice. It was telling me “I can’t seem to move, can you help me?”

I took her out of the package and explained to her what was going on. She was trapped within the body of a doll. I also started writing some of this down, for future reference. In fact, I took video with my phone to record this, then stared playing handball with Sugeet and my brother. I took down some scant notes, then we went to the hospital.

I took her to go see the doctor – Stephen Franklin, actually – and showed to him what was going on (interrupted him during a meeting, actually, where they were measuring the realistic viability of Mario Brothers). He’d never seen a case like this.

As I got out of the hospital, I noticed one of the rooms (an elevator? ) had a bunch of stuff that needed to be “sent back”. It had a picture of a ship on it, drawn on crayon. So I dropped off the doll and something else I had which somehow didn’t belong. I went into the room after dropping the stuff off, to make sure that the people there – trapped in cars and dolls – would be able to make it out. That’s when I got a glimpse of the future.

In the future, a tornado, a big one, was coming to Miami. People were scared. I saw an aging Raul Castro damning Josephine (I thought this was funny), older people taking their meds then praying, and other things. I figured that maybe the old lady was from this time, too. Apparently, a tornado hit their time, one so big it threw people to our time, which explained a lot of the odd incidents that had been happening to us over the past years (because we started seeing strange things even then, but very seldom).

That’s when I woke up. I was left with a sense of wonder and foreboding. Wonder because of the dream – what a great story it would make! Foreboding because it was pretty scary towards the end.