^ "We have debris."
Bill Paxton in the movie, “Twister”
http://hk.youtube.com/watch?v=wKSIdx11DnE
Back in 1996, I watched the movie “Twister” twice on theweekend it was released. I’d just moved back to the Home of Twisters – theAmerican South, and seeing this movie, which frightened me to my core, was away of facing demons. I’m rabidly afraid of tornadoes; I’ve had a couple ofharrowing brushes with them, and I hope to never be that close again. I couldeven argue that I moved all the way to Oregonto escape the possibility of tornadoes, although they happen even in the PacificNorthwest, although so rarely that most people have hardly heardof them, much less actually seen one.
You can’t properly describe the experience of a tornado.It’s like waiting for a loud and malevolent death to claim you. The lights goout. There is a loud, roaring noise, like a freight train or an airplaneengine, and then the wind picks up. It sucks through the house around you, astructure that seemed moments before very solid, and then seems make of twigsand toothpicks. The sound is shrill and whistling, like a high-pitched moanfrom the house itself. It sucks the breath from your lungs.
Tornadoes chase me in my nightmares. I do stupid things inthose hellish dreams – run to the top floors of glass skyscrapers, standoutside and watch them coming to devour me, take shelter in shacks I couldknock over with my own strength. Indream symbology, tornadoes don’t stand for positive energy. They usuallyrepresent problems and anxiety. Most disturbing, they also can mean dealingwith destructive, uncontrollable forces in one’s life, because they strikewithout warning and nothing can be done to control them. (Of particular illnote – they can also signify dreamers who are prone to violent outbursts orunpredictable mood swings. Should I sheepishly raise my hand here and mutter,“Guilty?”)
I haven’t dreamed of tornadoes in a long time, which givencurrent circumstances in my life is rather ironic. I am not hoping for oneeither. But I did describe myself to a friend recently, in the following terms.It was a spontaneous image that sprang to mind, after he asked me about how Ifelt right now. I said: I am a tornado, circling a drain. I’m not fully surewhat I meant by that. I suppose I feel capable of wreaking a lot ofindiscriminate havoc and destruction, and I feel drawn by laws of nature to ahole into which I will disappear.