I was at what I thought was Ian’s house. The area wasn’t wasn’t very Denver looking though. The house was long, with high ceilings, and placed in an area that could have been an industrial zone 80 years ago. The front part of the house, where the living room was, had a glass roof I thought was kind of cool… except every other building around was far taller. The kitchen was to the right and an office looking space towards the end of the house. The space was fairly open, there weren’t a lot of walls. Ian wasn’t actually there, he had gone to run some errands. His wife was there though, except this person didn’t really look like his wife; she had a Hawaiian vibe going on. At some point, I found myself talking with Carin about a ticket Ian wrote on a blackboard. The ticket was about VPN; we were trying to disambiguate it, the language in it was oddly unspecific.
At some point, we started hearing noises out in the distance. They were intermittent, but sounded like a train blowing its horn when approaching an intersection. The noise got louder and continuous; “a tornado!” I thought. Funny, I never really thought hard about it, but I always assumed that when people say tornadoes sound like trains coming at you they don’t really mean trains, but train horns. Anyways, I looked outside. Couldn’t really see anything strange at first. At some point though, it did feel like I could see the funnel just engulfing the whole house through large windows. The house was taking it like a champ, nothing sounded like it was going to break. “I gotta go get my phone,” I thought. The phone, however, was somewhere around the office space, and I thought getting to it was rather dangerous. The twister stayed over the house for a few minutes, but it eventually moved on.
Just when everyone thought they were safe, a second set of noises begun to ramp up. This second twister was different; it was smaller, its shape could be seen in its entirety. We saw it coming, it carried a lot of debris. I thought it looked far more ominous, meaner. The thing was approaching slowly, almost as though it had agency. The thing hung right over the glass roof, wood planks were flying all over the place. Naturally, the roof eventually broke. Glass started to fly around, but there was nowhere to hide. It almost looked like the tornado dropped into the house when that happened. At that point, it started moving on, breaking more of the roof in its way until it came across a harder section, one it couldn’t tear apart. It kept going and eventually left the area.
We all crawled out from under tables and other pieces of furniture. The house now looked in pretty bad shape. We walked outside, I started taking pictures. After a while we started helping to pack whilst the setting turned darker and darker.
Dreamed the night of 01/10/2021