I live in an area of Kennesaw, Georgia that is called Tornado Alley because of all the storms that pass through here. On Friday, March 2, 2012, we knew there were severe storms on the way because of the Weather Channel. My 18-year-old son had some friends over and we warned them to come into the basement if the tornado sirens went off. Sure enough, at about 9:15 p.m., the thunder was booming and the sirens started blaring.
About 10 teenagers piled into my husband and my bedroom, sitting on the bed or standing around talking, and one girl who dealt a Tarot deck onto the bed for another girl. We waited and made small talk until the sirens stopped and everyone except us old folks went back upstairs.
Within five minutes of everyone leaving, my hubby and I passed out completely. (I mention that we had not partaken of any alcohol or drugs at all.) We had the weirdest night together, sharing the same dreams and talking to each other while asleep.
We dreamed that we were in a spooky old house that neither of us had ever seen in person and two huge Huey helicopters were flying over, shining spotlights into the trees surrounding the house. We could see motion in the trees, but could not make out what was moving. We even heard the tornado siren go off again, but couldn't wake up enough to see if everyone else was okay.
I was trying to meet with a messenger who was supposed to give me a note telling me what had caused the storm. Then we woke up at the same time, went to the bathroom, and came back and collapsed again, seemingly fully synchronized.
We slept more than three hours past our normal wake-up time, and when we got up, we found that four of the kids had stayed over. Three of them said that their dreams were equally wild and that they felt like they had been on a mild acid trip all night. All of us remained exhausted all day and we all came to the belief that the storms were not natural in origin.