A man was driving a car in which a woman was riding in the front passenger seat, and in which I was sitting in the back seat. Since I knew that the driver was on the verge of graduating from law school and that he would soon be seeking employment, I was considering the possibility of hiring him to work for me. Since I was contemplating moving to a small town to start up a law practice, I thought he might be able to help me. The more we talked, however, the more I realized he would probably want too much money. Besides, he said something about just working for a year and then returning to law school for a master's degree. Apparently he seemed to think if he worked for someone for a year, the person would afterwards be obligated to pay for his education. I definitely would not be interested in that. I also thought my style of law practice would be so different from anyone else's, working with someone else would be difficult for me.

As we continued our journey and passed through what appeared to be a small college town, the woman in the front seat suddenly blurted out something about feeling a hurricane. I was unsure what she meant, but it looked as if she had felt a blast of wind through the open window next to her. Almost in the next instant, the car began to shake until it was suddenly picked up in the air.

Instantly I realized that we had been hit by a tornado or hurricane and that we had been hoisted into the air by the powerful wind. I figured we would quickly drop back down to the earth, and since we did not yet appear to be far off the ground, I hoped no one would be seriously injured by the fall. However, I knew it was possible that someone could be badly hurt.

Instead of falling, however, we continued our giddy rise with the car turning round and round, over and over. I held onto the back seat, almost floating at times. I tried to remain as calm as I could, attempting to determine on which side the car would land when it hit the ground, and where would be the safest place for me to be inside the car. I also tried to look out the window to determine our altitude, and whether other cars were also being blown around by the wind, but the constant churning and turning of the car made it too difficult to discern what was happening outside. At times I could only catch fleeting glimpses of the world far below. Clearly we were in an extremely dangerous situation; we might even die.

If we were going to die, I wanted to think of God in my last moments. I also wanted the other two to contemplate God and in order to plant the thought of veneration in their minds, I called out, "We all love God."

As we continued to be carried by the wind, it occurred to me that perhaps we were already dead, and that this was what it was like after death. Thinking that this existence might not be so bad, I wondered if it were possible to get outside the car. The woman in the front seat - who appeared to be thinking the same thing - either opened the door, or slipped through the window to the outside. I instantly became alarmed because I was afraid we might lose her while she was outside - I definitely did not want that to happen. When she finally floated around outside to the back window, she looked in at me and said that it was wet outside, and then, before my startled eyes, she eased straight through the window into the back seat, as if the window were made of water. The sight of her passing through the window was truly amazing.