|Posted: October 13, 2009, 1:37 am - IP Logged|
I lived in a large old two-story house.
Helicopter covered in plastic with hoses hanging from it.
Helicopter making poping noises.
Something from the helicopter hitting the ground.
One block from home a huge ice ball.
Something from helicopter hits it and breaks it into pieces.
I was on the north side of it as it shattered, but was unharmed.
As I approached home couldn't get the gate opened, so I climbed through it, and liftedover the fence, a bicycle I had been pushing.
I picked up a sweet potato from near the gate, wiped it off and started to eat it. There were several others, so I covered them up to protect them.
As I started into the house I stood and looked at it for a moment. It was dusty and old looking, but when I went inside it was beautiful!
My daughter greeted me as I entered.