Dream

This is a dream I had once, I had to fill in some details because I couldn't remember them all, and the names are all switched

Outside, working on geocaching, me and my group were waiting by the door. We finished everything we could and were seeking shelter from the rain and wind that came out of nowhere. Everyone gets to the doors when any and all tornado warnings go off. We get in the first set of doors. I turned back to see the tornado forming in Mulder field, transfixed. Everyone runs past me, but I’m hypnotized by the chaos of it. I am reminded of lyrics from one of my favorite songs. I hear people yelling at me to run. The lyrics come to me. You want rainbows? I’m a hurricane. A tornado.

           I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Scar we have to go” I hear the voice. The words hardly register. The only thing I feel is overwhelming fear as I realize the tornado is headed straight towards the school. I’m no longer hypnotized but paralyzed. The person comes in front of me, and I realize it's Jason. The goof. One of the smartest kids in our grade. The whole package. Lived here his whole life. Seemingly perfect. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me. “Scarlett snap out of it, we have to leave!” I stare into his grey eyes, and notice the dark rings under them. I have the overwhelming urge to touch his eyes. I would’ve if it weren’t for the sudden shaking of the ground. I grab his arm for support. All the deadly scenes from the old Twister movie play through my mind, and there’s no way I will be moving on my own soon enough to escape. Jason goes to my side and picks me up bridal-style, and starts jogging. Dave is still holding the second door. Jason picks up speed and the storm gets louder. We race to the middle school boy’s locker room. A secret shelter, meant for school shootings or tornados is held open by Mr. Timmons.

           We climb into the darkness, but just before Mr. Timmons closes the door, I hear glass shattering. The door is closed, and Mr. Timmons locks it. I am placed between Jason and Dave. I suddenly realize I’m shaking and hyperventilating. I pull my knees to my chest and near silently, (although no one can hear me through the storm above) I start crying, realizing I could’ve gotten not only myself, but Jason and Dave killed in the storm. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and flinch mildly. The hand pulls me into a side hug, and I let myself melt into it. I realize it’s Jason because of his cologne, which smelled so good I hated it, but now is a comfort.  I hear his heartbeat, which feels like a reminder he’s alive, and I didn’t cause his death. I start to pick out little words and phrases as I realize he’s quietly singing to me. Why does he have to be so freaking great? I think, and after a moment it stops. The storm is seemingly right on top of us, the earth is rumbling. I’ve stopped crying by this point, and have gone into a panic attack. “I’m scared.” I say quietly. “I’ve got you. I promise I’ll protect you” Jason responds, though how he heard me I have no idea.

           The door starts shaking, like an invisible hand is trying to open it. I cling to Jason, praying I don’t die now. “I love you Jacey.” I hear him say. Naturally, my heart and mind freak out, before I manage to calm them down. “I’m not quite sure how I feel.” I say, praying he doesn’t take it as rejection. “Even if you hated me, I could never stop loving you.” I hear him say and feel a kiss on my head. “Even if I figured I didn’t like you romantically, I would still care about you as much as I do now, whether you realized I did or not.” I manage. The earth starts shaking ever harder, and I feel Jason take my hand and tightly hug me, and I do the same, adrenaline pulsing in my veins, head pounding, and then I hear the storm move away from us. Eventually, it gets quiet enough to where I could say something normally and someone on the other side of the bunker could hear me.

It feels like hours before Mr. Timmons opens the door. The light is blinding, even though it is dark with clouds. The school seems fine, other than some shattered glass because of the flying debris. Much better than what it sounded like. Jason helped me out of the bunker, still holding my hand. Everyone is dead silent in shock until I hear Josh say, “we’re freaking alive” Jason puts his arm around me. We go find the other half of our grade, and we take attendance. The only person missing is Ben, who wasn’t at school in the first place. Everyone is hugging and/or crying. Jason pulls me into a hug. “I’m glad you’re alive.” “I’m glad you’re alive.” I say right back, then whisper. “And I know you’re thinking about it, but please don’t kiss me.” “It’s like you know me.” He snorts. “it’s like I know romance.” I say back. “I know all the things. Except geometry. I don’t like geometry”