Sometimes I Dream of Tornadoes

Sometimes I dream of tornadoes. This has been going on since about 1973. . .or at least that's the first time I recall dreaming of tornadoes. For a number of years I thought these dreams meant something because it seemed like every time I had one, there was some upheaval in my life. That was before I realized upheaval was a fairly regular feature of life, and so I don't put much stock in a dream's predictive powers nowadays - I leave that for holier folks. Regardless, I still find these dreams intriguing because they are usually a little bizarre.

I had one last night. It's probably because I am absolutely fascinated by thunderstorms and we've had a few move through the area in the last couple days. . .somewhat of a rarity out here in the non-humid West. In my dream I was sitting in a service station awaiting my loan approval so I could fill up. There was a gigantic bank of brilliantly white clouds to my left while above me the sky was turning deep, deep blue. It was changing from a normal-sky-blue to deep blue very rapidly. It didn't stop at deep blue but kept changing until it was black. . .then back to deep blue. . .then back to black. Needless to say I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was just about to say something to someone when a voice yelled out, "There's a tornado!" and sure enough, I looked to my left and a thin rope of a tornado was visible, seemingly moving parallel to our position. It didn't interest me all that much. . .I was mesmerized by the changing color of the sky. Then something rather odd and a little scary happened. A passenger airplane, which seemed to be on fire, came streaking by at a very low altitude and attempted to land on the freeway which ran past the gas station. It's wings were clipped off by an overpass as it attempted the landing. I woke up right after this so I don't know if anyone survived.

I laid in bed for a little while thinking about the dream, a little sad it was over. Dreams are so mysterious to me. There seems to be whole worlds "inside" us. . .and I don't even know what I mean by "inside". Do we "create" dreams, or are we just "viewing" them? Sometimes during my waking hours my mind seems so dull that I find it hard to believe I could come up with such fantastic images and situations. Truly we are fearfully and wonderfully made.