I'm lying in bed in a room, the room is in a field, somewhere south of Calgary. By the light I'd say it's autumn or spring. There are only 2 or three walls in this room, they are painted blue with clouds so that they disappear into the horizon, you know they're there by the furniture up against them, there is no ceiling, above is a long thin silver cloud, turning, I'm lying in bed watching.
The cloud turns and on the bottom I see a tornado, just forming, all filled with an unearthly blue light, spinning and growing, it's turning with the cloud, and I call to you so you can come and see, you're in an outhouse somewhere, perhaps a 100 paces from the room, but the cloud turns so that the tornado has disappeared by the time you come.
Maybe it will come again.
So we wait, in bed, and the cloud turns some more, like the wheel of a bike, until finally the tornado appears again, it's beautiful, and somehow the tornado touches down near us, the far end of the room against the cloud painted wall, we watch, and from it appears a beautiful girl, dark hair, eyes, she has been possessed, she's confused, frightened, up against the wall, you approach her, you know her, "It's all right" you tell her, and she comes to her senses.