She and I were in her house, a place I'd never seen before, and it was located on a vast yellow plain and the horizon was wide open--no tree line. I knew there was something to be scared of. We were standing outside with no cover and immediately I saw huge black storm clouds build in the sky, moving at an impossible rate. We stared at them, frozen in our tracks. They were huge, and completely black, something I'd never seen, and they were headed our way. When they came overhead, I knew I was experiencing something supernatural and, in fact, evil, as the downpour soaked us through. The clouds passed.
A few moments later, the same thing happened and I knew this situation would only get worse. The black clouds proliferated and began moving swiftly towards us. Then they passed.
From a distance I saw what looked like an enormous train headed towards us. It came at us so fast that I could not tell which way to run--left, or right--and it was so huge that we didn't even have enough time to run. I ducked down on the ground and felt the train move over me, and I realized I'd been lucky and that I had ducked right in the best, safest part of the tracks. When I stood, and she and I began to really panic at all that was happening, another train began heading towards us and I had to duck again. This time I could feel the metal on my back and knew this was an even closer call.
We stood outside together crying, wringing our hands, and I decided to start reciting the 23rd Psalm, as my grandmother had taught me as a child. It was a way to escape nightmares. I was vaguely aware this was a nightmare but I was also terrified because it felt as though it was real, especially when the black clouds began to build up again. I recited the psalm over and over and over, even tripping over some of the words, and she began to recite with me. We were shouting it. And nothing prevented the sense of evil coming at us, or the black clouds...
