Last night, in my dreams...
I had a talent ~ it was a strange skill that I had stumbled upon while trying to do a home repair ~ I could travel back in time using a wide-screen HD television set. In my travels, I could watch history, but change nothing. I could not interact and no one could see me. I could "land" anywhere in the world to view the history there.
I was trying to teach other people to travel like I did, but no one else could see how I did it. Their brains functioned differently. Time traveling made me very tired.
I am not sure where I traveled or what I did, but I ended up being paid a lot of money. I worked in a stadium and was using my own money to put a roof on it. In the main part of the building, construction equipment sprawled everywhere, but my office was big and clean. I had a flat screen television set on every wall and a balcony overlooking Venice.
Ben was in Montana on business. My mom was there with me at the stadium. We were in the middle of a storm. Everyone (my mom and about 100 people that I apparently worked with) huddled on the lowest level. There was some guy taking charge and keeping people calm - he appeared to be my chief of staff. He was average in every way, perhaps around 45 years old. He wore blue work clothes. He was no one I know.
I was alone on an upper level of the stadium, which was built like a regular house. I was barefoot, but wore a silky blue dress, belted at the waist. I looked through a window and saw a large tornado approaching us. I was excited, yet terrified. I sprinted towards my people who were gathered below. I screamed for them to run to the shelters. Apparently we had built underground tornado shelters beneath the stadium - one for women, one for men.
My mom was following everyone toward the shelters, but she wasn't sure where to go and was slower than they were. I pushed her forward, pushed her into the shelter and she climbed down the steep steps to join the others in the darkness. I looked back and the tornado was right there. I felt the winds wrenching my hair, my clothing. I turned to enter the women's shelter, but it had locked. I turned towards the men's shelter and it was locked too.
Something exploded behind me - a piece of the stadium had fallen on the women's shelter and broken a hole in the wooden door. Suddenly, the man who was my chief of staff appeared. He had blood on his face. We ran back toward the women's shelter and I jumped toward the hole that had appeared in the shelter. The door gave and I tumbled down the steps, along with the wreckage of the door, into the safe tunnel leading to the shelter's main room. The women gathered around me with candles to make sure I was okay. My left arm ached, but otherwise I was fine.
The man did not enter the shelter after me. I knew instantly that he was dead.