The Great Wind storm of January 4th and 5th 2018


The wind is just screaming, howling, pushing, pulling, taking, throwing, ripping, gusting, its heart pounding. It woke me up this morning at 3:25 a.m. I shut the window and stared at the ceiling. Eventually, I fell back asleep and dreamt a first time dream. My first vivid human attack. It was a warm, sunny, radiant day. We were outdoors, at a picnic bench and he came over. It seemed like he was a new neighbour. His blue eyes shone on his simple featured face. A muted conversation followed and Ru was with me the whole time. We went into a large room that appeared to be tiered and with a barn like appearance. He walked in, with this look in his eye.....he had a tea towel pulled taut between his hands and approached me with venom. I opened my mouth to scream for Ru to run, and no voice came out. I literally forced myself awake. It was 5:45 a.m. I laid there praying. I laid there wondering if that was a warning dream. I don't know.
The morning was so strange, the wind was just fierce. I went out to chase my garbage can, and felt the strength of the wind. It just sounded angry and the air felt foreboding.