I was in the living room of the house in Patriot, Ohio (the home of my maternal grandparents when I was a child). My father, my mother and my crippled uncle George were sitting in the kitchen. I looked out the window and saw a storm blowing up which appeared to be rapidly turning into a tornado. Suddenly I looked out and saw extremely dark funnel clouds headed right toward the House. I wanted to warn the others, but I couldn't seem to speak. In an attempt to attract their attention, I ran to the door, picked up a little table and threw it down, but no one paid any attention to me.
Next I ran into the bedroom and I lay down in a corner. I thought if the tornado hit, I would at least be somewhat protected, but then I suddenly thought I could run to the basement. I ran into the kitchen and was finally able to warn the others about the tornado, which by now seemed to be clearing somewhat. After asking George if he wanted to go to the basement, I picked him up and carried him in my arms down the stairs to the basement. I asked him where his wheelchair was. When he told me, I put him down on the floor and told him I would be right back. I ran back up the stairs, found the wheelchair, and after taking it back down the stairs, put him in it.
Then I climbed back upstairs again and I sat down at the kitchen table with my father and my mother. Through the back window we could see the clouds beginning to clear substantially. We sat for quite a while as the sky gradually grew lighter outside.
Hearing a noise which seemed to be coming from the basement, I looked toward the basement stairs and saw George somehow managing to pull himself up from the basement in his wheelchair. He was already all the way up to the top. When I asked him if I could help him, he told me it wasn't necessary.
Commentary
The advice of Oedipus' mother Jocasta, that men should ignore dreams about sleeping with their own mothers, is bad advice.
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