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Dream of: 19 November 2013 "The Wind Of Death"


I'm in Portsmouth, sitting in a house from whose window I can look out across the bottom lands of the Scioto River to West Portsmouth on the other side - several kilometers away. A tornado appears to be developing on the hills above West Portsmouth. I first see a big black cloud and then three funnel clouds which drop from the black cloud toward the ground. The funnel clouds appear to be headed toward Portsmouth. I suddenly remember that my brother Chris (1957-1974) is in West Portsmouth in a house which is right in the path of the funnel clouds. I feel bad, but there's nothing I can do about it now. I see that the funnel clouds are headed straight for the house where Chris is. He's probably being killed even as I sit here and watch. Its hard to tell.
The interior of this house where I find myself is similar to the House in Patriot (the home in Patriot, Ohio where my maternal grandparents lived when I was a child). My grandmother Leacy (1901-1972) is here in the house with me. I tell her to head to the basement. The funnel clouds are racing across the bottom lands right toward us and I'm getting ready to run to the basement myself. I can already feel the wind inside the house as my grandmother scurries toward the basement stairs. She's having difficulty going down the stairs. I also head toward the basement stairs.