Let the H stop it.

It was stormy, we — being hundreds of scattered people — were doing something. In the middle of nowhere (no tall vegetation, maybe a barn). A landscape not completely unlike I imagined in The Road. Dark clouds took over the sky, wind picked up. I don't know what activity it was that was interrupted by the gathering storm, but we began to all migrate in a similar direction, calm but shaken. Tiny tornadoes — or actually phenomena that fell somewhere between tornado and dust devil — began hurling at us from the right. I wasn't worried, although one was coming right at me:

Eh. Just let the H(-word) stop it. (shrug)

Because between us and the approaching whirlwinds were various words that acted as barriers once the swirlings reached them. There seemed to be a word per swirlystorm — thus, little danger.

We continued walking down a road, southbound? I saw ahead that some folks were playing a game with a medium sized inflatable ball and a bat. Someone smashed it out into the swamp to the east (I remember hearing the "bonnk!" from the bat). The ball was green. Someone waded out to retrieve the ball. It was starting to get a little cold.

Then I was on a slope down toward the lake, maybe retrieving other game balls. Yea, there was a ball in the water. And there was a woman with long black hair swimming. And I thought maybe she would get the ball. But she didn't, so I continued down to the water and had to reach really far to try and... SPLOOSH I was in the water.

No problem. I'll just reach up and pull myself out...

But I was realllly deep. Still, I managed to grab a metal bar of some kind and finally pull myself out...

...foggy...