I heard a terrible noise. I didn't know what it was.
In the distance a farm tractor moved slowly across a field, a man walking alongside.
Everything was so vivid, the sky a brilliant blue - too blue - and the hedgerows and trees impossibly green.
Looking back at the tractor I could see it had changed direction, lurching across the field towards a gap in the boundary hedge, the walking man now clinging to the tractor as if for his life. Strange; both he and the driver seemed to be looking backwards.
I turned to see and there it was - a dark column of dust and debris moving across the adjoining field. Straight at them.
I know about tornadoes, I've seen them on the news. But this was different. It wasn’t right. It seemed to have... intent.
The tractor had reached the edge of the field where it jolted and stopped at an odd angle. Both men ran towards the gap. Running for their lives.
Then I heard - felt? - a new sound; deeper, louder.
I was standing in the middle of a large expanse of bright yellow crop at the far end of which stood a row of tall poplars, silvery leaves waving in the breeze. Except this was no breeze.
Then I saw it, rising above the poplars, a monstrous writhing maelstrom of darkness, destruction and death. Curiously, I thought about those farmers. What happened to them?
No time to waste on others, I stared uncomprehendingly at the awful horror breaking through the line of trees. I turned and ran. For my life, just like those two men. A glance over my shoulder and I could see it was closer. I changed direction and looked again. It made no difference. The noise was unbearable - a roaring, rushing, whirling, dreadful noise like nothing I had ever heard. It was alive and angry, roaring and eating everything in its path. I knew whichever way I ran would make no difference.
It would get me.
I was going to die.
Then I woke up.