The Globe and a Tornado

I think I'm obsessed with sour and sweet.
I've never been really into super sweet things like candy, and sugar in general. I've always been a fan of Chips and Salty things. Which is combination of sweet and sour right? I suppose actually it's Sweet and salty. But I love opposites. I love a beautiful picture with some sort of destruction within it. Something off color and surprising.

I had a sour-sweet dream last night. I wish I had the ability to paint a picture, or make a video describing what I saw. I dreamt I was back in San Jacinto in my parents/grandparents house. As I walked out the sliding glass door to the backyard, I had a perfect view of the city in front of me. The house was elevated on a hill more than usual so that I could see every corner of the valley. The city flickered with house and street lights, and the little white and red dots (cars) moved across the streets.

Amazingly, I could see the horizon and see stars all around me and they were so low in the sky, that I did not even have to look up to see them. I did however see that there was a beautiful cloud across the horizon. It looked like the ocean turned upside down, and it was glowing with the city lights beneath.

I stared and pondered how I could imagine such a pretty sight, and as I did, a cone began to develop in the middle of the cloud. The wind began to swirl, and with it, so did the cloud, and what began to form was a tornado. It was amazing to see this vision of a tornado gaining strength, and ultimately touching the ground, and making a path of scrap wood and metal that once was houses and cars.

As I watched this all happen, my vision pulled back to a different scene. I saw my arms and my hands, and within my hands, I held a Snow globe- where within, was this tornado that I was witnessing.

All I could do was watch in awe.