Michigan Tornado

March 6, 2001

Symbolic Narrations

Joel Akin

 I was somewhere near a large lake. If I had to make a guess I would say it was the corridor of hotels/gas stations near Escanaba, Michigan and along Lake Michigan. I was flying and men were chasing me with intent to harm me. I don't know why. Suddenly a storm hit and a giant tornado appeared. I picked up one of those who would do me harm and began to fly towards this gas station looking for shelter. The guy was on my back and we flew into this garage filled with all manner of broken down automobile. Then I saw a smaller room connected by a crawl space. I flew into it and the floor was dirt. The room was surrounded on all four sides and the roof also with cement. It was the perfect shelter. There was a smaller side crawl space and there were some old automobile parts there and it was dark and ugly looking. At least the room we were in, small as it was, had the walls painted white. As I was looking around the tornado hit and I could hear the sound of flying metal and people screaming. In our little room I was lying on my back against the legs of the guy I had carried. He was leaning against the cement wall. I never did see his face. As the storm raged outside a man appeared out of the ground to my side. I took a sword, that suddenly appeared in my hand, and struck at him. Another man appeared and then a woman and so on. They sprouted all around me like mushrooms, dozens of them. I was frantic striking at them with the sword as I fought the air and ground for 360 degrees around me. Finally the storm and the attacks stopped and we went outside. I only saw one or two of my attackers. The rest had either fled or died. And of those attackers they were more interested in other things then attacking me. Finally I dropped off the guy I was carrying and headed off into the wilderness.