I had a dream several days ago that I keep meaning to write down because for some reason I can’t forget it.
It was an average dream but unusual for me simply because it was average. Here’s how it went:
I walked through the bedroom door to the deck and leaned on the railing. I looked out and as far as the eye could see was green flat prairie under a bright overcast sky. In the distance on the horizon a fair ways off I saw eight tornados form in a row. I knew they were all headed my way. Not sure how. No sense of fear or worry but a great sense of needing to be prepared.
Then I woke up. Weird. That’s it.
I like to joke that I am the world’s worst prophet. If I think it will happen it won’t…guaranteed. So there’s no point in writing my ideas about what the dream might have meant. Maybe it’s simply undigested pizza from the night before. Who knows.