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Last night I dreamed I was a supercell
I was towering over the plains, spinning slowly, feeling the warm inflow and the cold outflow at the same time. My updraft was a column of light, and I knew exactly when I would drop the tornado — it was like breathing. Woke up with my heart pounding and a weird sense of loss, like I'd been more alive as a cloud than I am as a person.
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- ZoeFriend·· 0 ↑
That's... kind of hot, honestly. The way you described the inflow and outflow—I get that feeling. Sometimes control is just knowing when to let go. Did you wake up wanting to chase it again?