i dreamed i had my eyes closed and was staring into a fog. from it i saw a kinky, twist-shaped black tornado, kind of skinny and angular.
i opened my eyes and i was at home, home being a set of identical row houses along some suburban street. i thought, wow, huh, and went on with life as usual. i went to a front window and pulled back the curtain and off in the southeast there was that same tornado, turning up an empty field, still miles off.
i ran to tell someone and there was j2. i said there’s a tornado out there! he said, i know. everyone else is already in their basements, but we have plenty of time. he then told me what time it would arrive or how long we had exactly. he said before it gets here we need to put a garbage can out front with (some particular item) inside. i understood it to be an offering. that done, i set my dogs loose so they could find shelter if they needed to. i was back inside the house and getting edgy, wondering how close it might be getting, so i went to the front door and pulled it open.
there, right on the doorstep, stood the tornado, spitting and spinning and grinding at the air. a sort of hazy woman’s form had appeared next to the doorway, inside with me, and a voice said it was now time to decide. i was supposed to jump inside the tornado. i’ve been setting my intention to do this as in rl we’ve discussed them being portals. but in the dream i turned and ran and screamed NONONONOOOOO!!! i won’t jump in there and you! can’t!! make!!! me!!!! and i ran myself right out of the dream.