09-20-2006, 12:00 AM
Ah, my grandmother, Birdie Mae Jones. She lived in Atlanta, Georgia. That's where I was born as well.
When Birdie was 12 years old and just coming into her power, she and her parents ran a boarding house. One night at dinner time, the 4 boarders and she and her parents suddenly felt the room grow cold. It was Summertime in Georgia so this was very odd.
Then they heard the boarding house begin to creak. They all gathered together in the middle of the room. As they watched, the nails in the door frame were slowly pulled out, one by on as if by an invisable hand.
Then they saw Birdie's bicycle rise up and float from one side of the room to the other. All 7 people were interviewed about this strange event by the Atlanta Constitution newspaper and the article was on the front page the next day. My mother gave me the article and I still have it.
I was thinking about this last night when I went to sleep and had this dream: I was with the Ravens at a large hotel at some kind of convention. We heard a storm outside and we all started running from room to room to make sure everyone was all right. There were 7 of us just like in my Grandmother's story.
We went upstairs til we were on the 10th floor. We looked out the window and saw a huge tornado. I called my dreamfriend Michael and told him to look outside. I could hear him gasp and say "Oh my God".
As we watched, the tornado approached a construction site on a hillside. Explosions started going off inside the funnel cloud. (dynamite from the construction site?)
Then the funnel picked up a large earth-moving truck and placed it on a platform. It looked like the tornado was holding it up like a trophy. It then pulled the truck on the platform down into a ravine and dropped it in.
dreamster
When Birdie was 12 years old and just coming into her power, she and her parents ran a boarding house. One night at dinner time, the 4 boarders and she and her parents suddenly felt the room grow cold. It was Summertime in Georgia so this was very odd.
Then they heard the boarding house begin to creak. They all gathered together in the middle of the room. As they watched, the nails in the door frame were slowly pulled out, one by on as if by an invisable hand.
Then they saw Birdie's bicycle rise up and float from one side of the room to the other. All 7 people were interviewed about this strange event by the Atlanta Constitution newspaper and the article was on the front page the next day. My mother gave me the article and I still have it.
I was thinking about this last night when I went to sleep and had this dream: I was with the Ravens at a large hotel at some kind of convention. We heard a storm outside and we all started running from room to room to make sure everyone was all right. There were 7 of us just like in my Grandmother's story.
We went upstairs til we were on the 10th floor. We looked out the window and saw a huge tornado. I called my dreamfriend Michael and told him to look outside. I could hear him gasp and say "Oh my God".
As we watched, the tornado approached a construction site on a hillside. Explosions started going off inside the funnel cloud. (dynamite from the construction site?)
Then the funnel picked up a large earth-moving truck and placed it on a platform. It looked like the tornado was holding it up like a trophy. It then pulled the truck on the platform down into a ravine and dropped it in.
dreamster