I had a strange dream a couple of nights ago (9/8/13) that I just can’t stop thinking about. I have had vivid dreams, but this one is among the most realistic that I have ever had. Here it is: Dave and I checked into a hotel after traveling. (Where and why, I have no idea.) We checked into our room. The room was very plain, but clean and comfortable, and we were very thankful for it. The interesting thing about the room is that it was long and narrow, and it had many neatly made queen-sized beds, side by side, for as far as I could see. We had two suitcases and Dave brought them in and set them down on their ends. He then went back downstairs to move the car. I looked out the window, which was a long picture window, and saw that the sky was darkening quickly, and people were gathering at the front doors of the building wanting to come in to safety. Dave came back up and opened the door to the room. I could hear a siren in the background. “There is a tornado coming down I-55,” he told me. He opened the door, and dozens of people started streaming into the room. They were young and old, every color, clean-cut, piercings and tattoos, nerds, athletes, gay, straight, and they all stood together in the safety of the room, looking out the window as the weather worsened, and the sky grew darker. Dave stood there with me, but then he held up his finger and said, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” He walked quickly out the door. I figured he was going to open another door or help someone, (an obvious assumption if you know my husband.) Suddenly, the building began to shake as the tornado struck it. I dove onto the closest bed for shelter, and another woman with a small child jumped on the bed with me. I don’t know what they looked like, only that it was a woman and her baby. I wrapped my arms around them and held on tight to them. I closed my eyes tightly and began to pray. As I prayed, the force of the tornado shattered the walls of the building. I could feel the bed lifting into the tornado, but it rose gently. I couldn’t hear anything, but I knew there were people screaming, and the wind was howling. Although I was terrified, I kept praying, “Lord, thank you for our safety. I know you love us, and I know that you will not allow harm to come to us as long as we love and honor and trust you. Thank you. Thank you. I love you. Thank you.” I realized that I was holding on to this woman and her child for dear life, so I ventured to open my eyes. I still could not see her, but I saw above me a deep-blue darkness with barely visible wispy clouds calmly swirling overhead. The mattress hovered high in the air, rotating ever so gently. In my peripheral vision, I could see carnage, bricks and trees flying, dust and black clouds, bodies. But in my little bubble it was peaceful. I knew disaster was occurring, but I knew we were going to be okay. I closed my eyes again tightly, and kept thanking God for our safety. At last, the chaos calmed. The mattress descended smoothly, and landed softly on the ground without so much as a bump. I opened my eyes and slowly stood up. The woman and her little one got up too, but I hardly noticed them. I was too busy looking at the devastation around us. People crawled out from under rubble, furniture and trees, fallen walls…not a tree or building was standing anywhere. No one said anything. Everyone was stunned. Then I realized my husband was missing. The moment I realized he had not returned, in REAL LIFE, he turned over in his sleep, and this woke me up. When I woke up, I realized I had been dreaming, but I tried frantically to go back to sleep so that I could find my husband in my dream. Crazy, huh…
Posted on: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 03:00:57 +0000
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