( #dream #storm #Tornado #jet #Dayton )
A mild bump jerked me back to consciousness. I’ve always slept well on a jet. The hum of the engines and the air hissing out of the overhead ports, sort of zones me out.
BIG JERK! It felt like 100’ drop. Got my attention now!
The G-Force at the bottom reminded me that I hadn’t eaten since this morning. No lunch on the plane any more & didn’t have time to buy anything before the departure.
I sat up straight and tried to see out of the window. I was in an aisle seat.
DING! “This is your Captain, We are encountering some turbulence and have turned on the seat belt signs. Please remain seated until the signs are turned off.”
The plane was light, being a Thursday afternoon, so while people fumbled for their seat belts, I grabbed my computer bag, relocated to the right side of the plane, and took a window seat. I booked this flight into Dayton, Ohio because Aryn always hated driving through Cincinnati. The traffic North on I-75 was a lot better then trying to get across the bridge in Cinci. If you haven’t lived there, it’s a nightmare. Even if you have lived there it’s a nightmare but you understand it. Even Cinci would look good to me after the last transfer in Atlanta, and I didn’t leave the airport.
We are somewhere over Tennessee now, and with my receding hairline pressed against the glass I wasn’t sure what I was looking at.
JERK… JERK… Ouch!
I’m visualizing my forehead with dark bruises? My ears popped!
The captain was climbing and now I understand why. I think I’m seeing a huge tornado. I’ve seen tornados before. I grew up in Ohio, but I’ve never seen this angle before. The tornado was destroying everything in its path, and a lot of it was being vacuumed to higher elevations below us.
I hope someone is filming this. The tornado moved northeast exposing another tornado following it. The pilot banked the plane to the west exposing a larger picture of what was happening below.
“SHIT!” I looked around real fast hoping no one heard me. There was a storm that appeared to cover the entire state. Visualize a giant storm as a flexible square shape, rotating counter clockwise. Now… take each corner and install 3 clearly defined tornados, also rotating as a group, counter clockwise.
So, I see 12 tornados rotating in unison as the entire configuration rotates. There is nothing left standing behind this killing machine. The staggering path is the width of my vision. I fell back into my seat, replaced my seatbelt, and leaned my head back to think.
“I better call Aryn.” I said aloud.
DING! “This is your Captain speaking. We are approaching Dayton International Airport. Please stow your carry on, straighten your seats, and fasten your seat belts. Temperature in Dayton Ohio is 54deg and cloudy. Local time is 1:35. We appreciate you choosing Delta Airlines for your air transport needs”
“Sir, Sir, please put your seat up and fasten your seat belt. We are arriving in Dayton, Ohio”.
Puzzled, I did as she directed, slid open my window shade, and again pressed my forehead against the glass.
No storm… No storm?