It was my last dream.Piggy-back from a next to last dream which was innocuous and sort of felt good.It involved a girlfriend that I hadn't seen in some time and she was said to be working a section of the Hotel cleaning a room.She was a maid.Whatever. I found her and got a hug and almost as quickly was streamed into a part of that dream that quickly took on a life of it's own.This one was not innocuous as every indication was of a truly bad omen nature. The hotel,which had narrow hallways and low budget cornered staircase all too quickly transformed into a large structure like a huge school. Brick school with large hallways and more than one auditorium. I moved quickly inside the new dream with it's thick brick structure to get to a place where windows could give me an indication as to where I was,what it was like outside etc.More for my sanity and to get my bearings established.When I did locate a place where thick windows existed,I didn't like what I saw.Somehow in this last dream I knew it was Tornado season. Funny how in a Dream,we are actually able to watch ourself and also act in the dream. As if we could direct those actions.I think to some degree we can.Because as sure as God made little Green apples,I wasn't about to deal with what I saw outside that thick school auditorium window as others were. Quickly as I could without going into a panic attack,I established that indeed that gray-black mass that was hovering as if it's own indominable horizon, was a Tornado and it was approaching.But then In a dream time and space don't follow rules and things tend to appear suspended in animation as if surreal.Lucky for me.I was now really nervous.Running from room to room and then auditorium to school theatre in hopes of finding other humans. However whenever I did find small clusters of human being gathered they seemed clueless.As if just going about the business of afterschool activity like maybe makeshift PTA meeting.There was no panic or even seriousness as to what the day looked like outside.If anything it looked like the Last Day on Earth from where I was standing.So I moved to another part of the huge school to get another bearing and also check on the mindset of others.Now I was getting somewhere.People were preparing to bed down,so to speak.Find a spot and stay put and just wait.I never cottoned a wait and see approach. I'm a class A personality.We don't cotton long lines or getting stuck in traffic. In fact,we can't stand it.Whereas Class B { my one sister-in-law } just can't ever seem to get upset and are readily flexible,especially in an emergency setting.On this day and in this dream,this developing nightmare, I was abundantly thankful for my Class A personality trait that I know I acquired from me old man.Sometime the best laid plans of Mice and Men are simple and irrefutably within one's own DNA. On this day,or night dream, my DNA was on my side for a change.I wasn't about to become a statistic. Not If I and my DNA have anything to say. Part One
I was now almost obsessed as to how others were reacting.Being psychological and taught there is safety in numbers.However as I scurried from one huge room { more like mini-theatre as the one in DeNiro's - Cape Fear - where he awaits in a school threatre for his young victim as he lights up a joint }. I was lite-up with worry and wonder as I watched carefully for how other's were taking this impending crisis.This curtain of doom { Tornado wall } as it was in still form surrounding the school,and unavoidable no matter what section of the school I rush to and watch.I was now firmly ensconced in a world where literally nothing else matters,except that impeding wall of doom.Like the Original - The Blob -. It was just a matter of time,I kept thinking, before the Sound made it's presence known.The unmistakable and notorious Loud Train noise which proved the existence of Mother natures most notorious act. Fortunately I was in a Dream and also this dream was in B & W and there was no loud train noise.But my mind was already playing tricks on me.I was thinking noise,just as much as I was thinking about that black-grey matter that was hovering all around the school and thoughts of what it must feel like for a small bug being vacuum swept and inside the vacuum cleaner bag.Same matter. Gray and black and dirty and all encomposing.That's what Mr.Tornado is. A nasty curtain cloud of black-grey matter that has no conscience besides it's vacuum cleaning death march and loud thunderous personality. Whatever room I entered I saw people acting too casual and committed to just wait it out.No panic,no rush to judgement.No one was excited.No one was praying.That was the tipping point for me.I knew it was now do or die time. When people fail to see the signs and fail to use the most valuable tool mankind has ever been given { animals do not posess this } ,that of prayer,then either All hell has broke loose,or people really are sheep.I kept thinking that. What is wrong with these people.No one is praying.In fact,in one room they were acting like the start of a matinee,all that was missing was the popcorn and large soda's.I didn't have time to stop and ask what's going on here. Hay ... People ... wake up.There's a Tornado ready to strike. I didn't have time.I was in a huge hurry to find an escape route.That was my next thought. If I could find an areas of the school where I couldn't see that curtain of doom then I could leave the building and see If there was a place to run to.Run away from the mounting and hovering death cloud. Bingo ! I found a place.There was actually sunlight.I left the bldg. and headed toward the spot were sunlight shone.I actually saw color in my dream. They say one can't actually see colors in their Dream.But I remember the grass outside that school building.I distinctly noticed how lovely it was to see Green.How green the grass in the spot where the sun broke thru.Irregardless I also,almost as visually saw off in the near distance a group of people. They were doing exactly as I had wanted.A couple small group of people were running away from small dusters { what appeared to be small clusters of Tornado that had broken off of Big Daddy Mr. Tornado. }.I was spellbound in hopes of their victory.These couple groups of folk, maybe about 10 people in each,running,scattering like bugs to flee the duster clouds from descending down on them.The dusters were winning.First one group was smothered from behind by a forming black cloud as they frantically tried to outrun the system.I kinda couldn't believe my eyes.I kept thinking,what if must be like to be one in that group, literally swallowed up by a blackish cloud,never to be seen again. What it must be like to be overcome and taken by a Tornado. I decided before those dusters got any closer to where I stood and watched as 2 groups of mankind vanished right before my eyes, that this idea to go outside was not working.it made things worse.All I was doing was witnessing with a more firsthand view,the annihilaition of my fellow man,my brothers in Christ. It was time to go inside now,right this minute and pray.Find as secure a spot as I could and pray for all that I was worth.Because Mr.Tornado send his message.And it was proof positive as to what he thought of me,as mortal. As part of mankind. I descended into the most safe and low area I could reach in the school.I reached this conclusion based on the structure of the area I had reached.It seemed really secure with big columns as for bracing.Like what the chuch I go to in the big city looks like inside.Huge marble columns,imported from Italy placed about every 8-10 feet apart all down the length of pew. There were a few men talking in this part I had reached.They were just conversing.I felt a little less alone.But they weren't talking about any storm or Tornado or anything much.I almost felt like maybe I was in a dream. Why else would everyone I came across inside the school have this shared nonchalance about things.I took cover to a place where I could wrap my arms around a less thick column and prayed.As I was praying a noticed that when I looked real hard there was a place,below where I was clinging to this column and praying,where the outside could be seen. A sort of panaromatic window that showed the outdoors.I saw the ominous black-grey cloud and knew the situation still existed.At least now I knew the status of the storm by sight. I kinda kept an eye on that sliver of wide window and the dark mushroom form as a Prayed.I prayed.I was nearing the point of accepting my fate.Prayer has a way of helping that progression. I kept praying and a little crying and watching that form outside the window.I was loudly praying - Hail Mary's - when I felt my dream was dissipating as was the dark cloud outside. Then I awoke. I wasn't saved by the bell.The Dream stayed with me for a bit.For it wasn't a funny or cutesy or irrelevant dream.It was about as relevant I dream I've ever had.Of course many a dream have a way of being interpreted as such. But this one seemed different. As if I was being warned. After all ... no one gets out of life alive. Life is one huge warning in the end.
