Date: 6/14/2016
By boadicea
I am in the house of my childhood, my boyfriend, who is alarmingly skinny with protruding round shoulder bones and very thin arms, an unknown man looking exactly like my father and I are sat at the table in the living room, it is very dark, maybe the night. I have to give the man a cashier's check that my mother left for him as he fixed her car, before she left some times earlier with my grandmother. While he is explaining something really boring to me, I look over his shoulder and see through the window that the wind is blowing so hard that the neighbours' house is swinging intensely, and ours may be too. I am terrified. I tell the two men it would be more secure to duck under the stairwell until the gale stops, and they agree. We go and sit in the confined space lit by the moon, and we wait. The sound of the blowing wind is terrible. Soon, several other people I don't know join us, they are supposed to be members of my family. Among them is a blonde little girl I don't know at all, in the dream I wonder who she is and where she comes from. I am absolutely terrified, natural disasters are what I fear the most. I can feel the anxiety in every single cell of my body and am a bit ashamed of not being able to keep my composure.