littleoc
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Dreams about tornadoes are driving me crazy. I know what it means -- that the pressure is dropping were I am, or changing just enough that it will be.
Injuries caused by humans flare up suddenly. My body starts practicing for the worst.
I remember my kidnapper causally explaining that he saw a tornado nearby here once, but it didn't scare him. Realizing just now that he was probably fibbing.
I remind my body that the pressure dropping and feeling achy aren't sighs of a tornado. My scientific mind requires evidence -- a radar, the pressures around, the direction of wind, the speed of it, the thickness of clouds....
i really need sleep. A relaxed body survives a tornado better anyway. I no longer sleep with my shoes on when I hear the creaking of the house, responding to the pressure drop. I think I'm doing pretty well.
I love tornadoes so much, and thunderstorms. It's always the wind that gets me, the dark clouds, and seeing that I can't see which direction the tornado is going -- proving that it's coming right at us. But right now... there's not one.
I wish there were some way to cope with tornadoes like I can with humans. I love humans, I love dogs. I've been attacked and injured by both. I have human friends and I have service dog. I love them, and they haven't hurt me.
But all tornadoes can be dangerous. All grizzly bears I've seen I've carefully avoided. The cougar I saw didn't have at chance with me. The coyote pack I saw briefly were easily avoided.
Can't think of ways to avoid a cloud so big I can't see around it, can't see above it. Can't reason with it, can't outwit it, can't help it because it's just a feature of living on a planet - and living on a planet is nice.
Injuries caused by humans flare up suddenly. My body starts practicing for the worst.
I remember my kidnapper causally explaining that he saw a tornado nearby here once, but it didn't scare him. Realizing just now that he was probably fibbing.
I remind my body that the pressure dropping and feeling achy aren't sighs of a tornado. My scientific mind requires evidence -- a radar, the pressures around, the direction of wind, the speed of it, the thickness of clouds....
i really need sleep. A relaxed body survives a tornado better anyway. I no longer sleep with my shoes on when I hear the creaking of the house, responding to the pressure drop. I think I'm doing pretty well.
I love tornadoes so much, and thunderstorms. It's always the wind that gets me, the dark clouds, and seeing that I can't see which direction the tornado is going -- proving that it's coming right at us. But right now... there's not one.
I wish there were some way to cope with tornadoes like I can with humans. I love humans, I love dogs. I've been attacked and injured by both. I have human friends and I have service dog. I love them, and they haven't hurt me.
But all tornadoes can be dangerous. All grizzly bears I've seen I've carefully avoided. The cougar I saw didn't have at chance with me. The coyote pack I saw briefly were easily avoided.
Can't think of ways to avoid a cloud so big I can't see around it, can't see above it. Can't reason with it, can't outwit it, can't help it because it's just a feature of living on a planet - and living on a planet is nice.