By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter
Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter
We were sitting inside the garage. There were picnic tables for all to sit at. There was a big storm going on outside. The wind was blowing something fierce ...
I heard something by my left ear ... like air pressure. I barely had time to look to my left at the huge garage door ... the bottom of it was lifting up. The wind was lifting it!
I dove to the floor for safety, trying to get to the others sitting by the garage wall. The wind kept my body up in the air as I fought to get to the cement floor. I was at least 6 inches from the floor!
Everyone was screaming for me to "come toward Sylvia!" I was trying hard to get to the floor. Hell had broke loose in the garage ... I knew I was going to die.
The strange thing is that my cousin Sylvia died in an awful wreck in 2005 ... a log truck hit her head-on. Everyone was yelling to me, "come toward Sylvia!"
I woke up ... still feeling the nightmare I had been in. It took a little time for me to wake up. I sat there thinking about the dream I had just woke up from.
I have been concerned about the weather we could get on Sunday from the big storm off our coast. It will pack high winds, and lots of rain.
I felt like I had come through a real hurricane ... my dream was so real. One thing that stands out was that I was face down ... looking at the cement floor ... trying to land on it ... the wind kept my body in the air!
Note by this author:
Photos/true account of my dream owned, written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter.