-Why are the clouds so low?
-I don't know, but it doesn't smell like rain.
The sky is covered in heavy rolls of fast moving clouds. It's dark as if night is going to take over.
-It looks like a boiling foam... ash?!
I don't answer her.
The field is flat with grey grass. The color of the grass scares me, I sit on my knees to better see it. Can't tell if it's green or ash gray. I squat for a moment and look around. She's standing on the other side of the ditch, on the road, nervous.
I turn to her to ask her what she thinks. With the corner of my eye , as I turn, I see an amazed and scared look on her face. She gazes in to the distance behind me. I turn in to the direction that she looks.
In the distance, an uneven trunk of what seems to be glass is spewing out of the ground. It's diffuse, with a cherry red tint. It reaches the sky and splits. A mute display .The tentacles follow the contours of the clouds. It's immense.
A beam of white light points to my chest. It comes from the trunk, from far away.
-It's going through you. We need to leave... please.
She's scared with tears in her eyes. No matter how we move the beams stay on us,and go through us. A loud crackling echoes, a combination of thunder and breaking glass noise. There is no wind.
I wake up.