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For some reason I have recurring tornado dreams. I had one last night and they really freak me out. I am always at my parents house in the country and we usually gather in the basement before it hits. The house shakes, it sounds like a train and the sky is red. So weird! My mom has studied dream interpretation before and said the tornado represents a struggle, trial or test...great just what I need. I have never been injured in my dreams, so I guess that's a good sign. Am I alone? Do any of you have recurring or tornado dreams?
I have tornado dreams ALL the time! Mostly it consists of me being in a car and seeing these huge tornados coming at me. Sometimes I'm apart from certain members of my family and it really scares me. Like you, I've never been hurt, but it still manages to freak me out when I wake up.
ReplyDeleteI was reading your current post (9/5/09) and saw the tornado dreams in the linkwithin. I had to come see. I used to have them all the time and they were during periods of struggle. So, I guess that's what it means? Again, glad to know I'm not alone.
ReplyDeleteJenn Raley @peacorns, popnuts... blog.
I glad to know I'm not the only one.
ReplyDeleteI grew up in Oklahoma, also known as tornado alley. My dad was terrified of storms. He would stay up most of the night watching Gary England, the weather guy, on channel 4.
I remember going to my grandmother's cellar, in pouring rain. It was really old and usually flooded with about a foot of water. To this day, I'm very claustiphobic. Keep reading and you will see why.
We would go down in the dark stairs, with just a flash light. We would have to stand on wodden benches and there was alway a snake, eeek. There were slugs on the concrete walls and canned food on the shelves. Canned food that had been there so long it was a science project. Old peaches look especially wild in the light of the flash light.
I would have to stay down in the smelly, damp cellar, while my dad and uncle stood at the door watching and waiting for the tornado, which never came.
Those are the kind of dreams I have. The anticiaption of the coming storm that never materializes. Weird, huh.