Tornado Flat Field: Repressed Emotions & Fear of Meaning & Interpretation

"I stood in the middle of a flat grass field. Dark, ugly clouds rolled across the sky, turning the light a sickly green. The wind began to howl with a loud, deafening roar. Suddenly, a giant black funnel dropped down from the clouds. The massive tornado spun wildly, tossing dirt, trees, and debris high into the air. It marched directly toward me at full speed. The ground shook beneath my feet, and heavy rain whipped against my face. I turned around to run, but the powerful wind pushed me backward. Pure panic filled my chest as the dark wall of wind closed in. I woke up gasping for air, my heart beating fast."