So, remember when I said that I’d probably have tornado nightmares after our absurd pumpkin patch trip this year?
I had the Mother of All Tornado Dreams the other night. Y’all, it was scary. And bizarre to the max. I had this dream the night of Halloween.
Okay, so, in the dream, I was at the beach with a bunch of my family and friends. It was Halloween, so there was going to be a pumpkin carving contest for the kids. Naturally, there were a TON of pumpkins right there on the beach, waiting to be carved. Well, suddenly there was a tornado coming. It PICKED UP ALL OF THE PUMPKINS! Hundreds of them. Swirling around and around in the air! We knew, somehow, that it was going to drop them, so we all got into the fetal-bear-is-attacking-me position, only we all scrunched up together like dinner rolls about to be cooked. The tornado dropped the pumpkins like bombs. Over and over again, it picked them all up, swirled them around and dropped them. We kept running around frantically, trying to decide the safest place to all scrunch and huddle. Scary, scary, scary.
I can’t make this shit up, y’all. At least, not while I’m awake. I only wish my search of Google Images for “tornado of pumpkins” had turned up some decent results. So I went ahead and drew this.