Had a Dream…

 
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.

2 thoughts on “Had a Dream…

  1. Unknown's avatar Kimberly

    Coming from a Nature-Based religion I hope this doesn\’t offend you, but I\’d like to share my interpretation of your dream. 8 is a very significant number to Oya Goddess of Wind. I think your dream is telling you that huge changes are about to come or need to happen. If this is a recurring dream, I think it\’s especially significant and I think you should keep your senses open to those changes.Blessings and love,Rev. Kimberly

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  2. Unknown's avatar Tamara

    i had a dream like that almost a year ago. i was standing in a giant round field of yellow grass. i looked up and there were 6 tornados, then 8 all lined up in 2 rows, like pop cans, i was more rushed then scared, i just hustled all my friends and people i could find into a giant warehouse, like a co-op with an icerink in it. Then we just dug in and waited for the storm to hit. i just felt that feeling of anticipation. Like i had done everything i could….now what? hmm. wonder if it is a sign of personally coming change, or something a little more…wide-spread, like something the world needs to be ready for…

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