I was in my bedroom in the house I grew up in. I looked out the window and saw a huge menacing hand in the sky made of stormclouds, slowly approaching.
So I went to my computer and opened up some new special storm software. It was a virtual disc with a few things on it, including a chat app that auto-launched. This was a very silly chat app, with the ability to do things like make fireworks show up on everyone’s screen, which distracted me as I typed up something about this approaching storm-hand. Which apparently was approaching Seattle. Despite the house I grew up in having been in New Orleans.
Then I dug under my bed and pulled out my phone and its charging cradle. I think I was thinking something about how I’d need these things soon.
Then I looked back out the window. And I saw a piece of the storm approaching: a few shiny black rocks, floating in a configuration that recalled a human torso with one arm. No head, no lower body, but it had this feeling of intent to it. It slowly drifted towards the house, aiming for the window of my parents’ bedroom. But it veered off at the last minute, drifting back and to the side. It then started towards my window. As it got closer, I sunk down out of sight – it seemed to be very important that these hovering rocks not see me. I was crouching against the wall, looking up; I could just see the underside of the stone thing’s upper bits as it slowed, and veered off again. Then it reoriented towards my other bedroom window (there were two windows side-by-side in my childhood bedroom) and cruised right on through, with majestic slowness.
I stood up and said something. And reached out, quite confidently, to touch it. And then it was gone; it rapidly moved far away while still staying in the same place. Which I know makes no sense in three dimensions; the best way I can describe it is that it was moving rapidly in a fourth spatial dimension while remaining in the same place, and still visible, in the three familiar ones.
Then I woke up, rather cold and really kind of stressed out. It was something like 3AM. I cuddled against Nick (who was spending the night) and told him about this dream. I got pettings.
And then I got up, took Gravity out of the living room, and put him back at his usual perch atop a dangling ceiling fixture in the studio/kitchen nook. The inner Magician insisted that this was important.
(Gravity is a plush dragon who I jokingly claim watches my apartment to make sure it stays real while I’m away. He’d fallen from his usual perch earlier yesterday, and ended up coming to the living room with me and Nick.)
Oddly enough, I really kinda feel like this had nothing to do with Hurricane Sandy hitting the East Coast yesterday. I really wasn’t stressing about it very much.