World 8-1
Strange Dreams

I recalled an older dream where I was being chased by a massive, very slow, sentient tornado. I ran through overhead hedges and brambles until stumbling upon an old house. I hid in the house for some time, conscious of the tornado growing closer in search of me, and finally contactacting the house I was in. My patience and nerve wore out and I opened the door leading out into the hall to face it. I could see the tornado in the hall through the door, spinning at a nearly imperceptibly slow rate, appearing as nothing more than a enormous column of opaque, twisting gray threads of varying thickness. The walls and frame of the house around it were shattered and held nearly frozen in space, and I could view the tiniest details of this terrifying destruction as everything was in slow motion except for me.