Another vivid dream...

Last night I dreamed about the wind.  But it wasn’t just any wind.  It was that wind that comes at night after another long day of wind.  It’s the wind you hear on the Llano, or in places like Andrews or Post.  What makes it so bad is that you have already spent all day listening to it so when night comes, you hope for calm but it never comes.  In the dream, I was in a house on a bit of a rise in the earth.  Not a hill because those are rare in places where the wind blows like this.  And as the wind began to blow, the house started to creak.  It was creaking from age and fatigue, just as tired of listening to the wind blow as I was in the dream.  But the house creaked and moved and I remember thinking, in the dream, this could be real, maybe my house really is moving with the wind and I’m not dreaming. That’s the reason the dream is so real—we have lived hearing that wind.  Then, in the dream, the house began to move down the rise, to turn on its side and be blown over the plains like everything else.  Where once before the houses had been the only constant standing against the wind, in the dream they became like the tumbleweeds, blowing until the barb wire fence stopped them and a stronger wind came along and lifted them over the fence.  In the dream, I was disoriented and confused.  I was looking for light as I tumbled in the house.  But the light never seemed to be where I thought it should be.  I woke up disoriented and confused for a second…and sneezing, always sneezing.