Shadow Sky

I was coming home from dinner when I started seeing the clouds appearing around me. Calling them "clouds" is almost inaccurate. They were immense purple mounds of floating snow that almost seemed solid. In some cases, it was; less ominous snow had collected on the "shelves" that stuck out of the mass. Also of note was the height. The cloud that collected over my house -- my old house, incidentally -- was as low as fog, yet towered over everything for at least twice my house's height, like a thundercloud. On my way home, I even saw clouds that had already touched the ground, forming eerie purple structures that wouldn't be out of place in a Tim Burton film. I could barely get inside before the cloud over my home started collapsing. It was more of an airborne avalanche than a blizzard; large chunks of snow fell at a time, chunks that would barely fit in a snow shovel scoop. The purple wisps of cloud started collecting around my windows, and I stopped watching them. I started heading through the house to the upstairs, but when I passed by the front window, I noticed similar clouds in the distance, except those were red. As I looked closer, I quickly realized the red glow wasn't from the clouds themselves, but from a wave of fire rushing through the trees... and toward us.

I rushed to go outside to run away and then woke up from the dream.