Four Cyclones

Before I explain, let me just say, 2 posts in 2 days! Oh my goodness! What is with this! :_) (I’m surprising myself!)

I’m a fairly active dreamer. It is rare that I go a few nights without having at least one dream during the night. Often times they run together or disappear from my mind before I can write them down, but sometimes they stick with me.

Two nights ago, 2/27, I had a dream that I still remember, and part of me feels like it has significance, but I can’t quite explain why. I just thought I’d write it down and share it.

In my dream I was driving down the road. I was trying to get to a meeting somewhere, and it was actually in my “hometown” of E-burg. I kind of felt like I was going to visit my parents, but I never got there. Instead, as I was driving, the sky was getting dark and cloudy. The swirly kind of stormy sky that you see in the movies. As I was approaching the major intersection leading into E-burg, suddenly these four cyclones appeared in the sky. One of them was heading right in the path of where I needed to go. The cyclones were terrifying. I remember in my dream just being awed and amazed and terrified, but not in a scary way. It was almost exhilarating, but still terrifying.

As I approached the intersection the cyclone got closer and closer, and I decided I was going to avoid it by turning left at the light instead of going straight. There were cars all around me, the usual kind of traffic, and I could see some of them were being blown about by the wind, but my car wasn’t moved. I navigated my way through the intersection and started heading up the road, knowing that I wouldn’t make it to my parents.

I woke up from my dream and could still feel the exhilaration that I felt in the dream, and actually, just writing it down and recalling it all makes me kind of excited :_)

I had another dream last night, 2/28.

I was at a church meeting, and this older man was a visiting speaker/prophet. He was at the end of the service and I feel like he gave an altar call but no one went forward. So I was sitting in my seat, wondering why no one was going forward, while at the same time I felt the need to get up and go. At this point, the man is sort of pacing, and walking back and forth, round and round. I decide to finally go up front and before I know it there are about 10 people around me. Even thought there’s lots of room up front, they are all around me. I closed my eyes and began to pray and all of a sudden I was falling. It was like I was falling in the spirit, but it felt like I was soaring. The situation fell out of my mind and it was just me falling, but I wasn’t falling down, it was like I was falling up. I could sort of see my body at this point, and I was being held up by the group of people, my dad was the only one that I recognized at that point. He held my up, at my shoulders and my head. I remember being laid down on the floor, and for some reason my shoes were off. Then I heard someone mention that I had a tick on my foot, which kind of knocked my out of my “out of body-ness” and then I was awake and trying to pick this tick off of my foot.

This dream really had a “residual” feeling to it too. I can still feel the feeling of “falling up”. I can’t quite describe it, but it’s been with me all day.

So there’s a little glimpse into my dreams :_) Pretty crazy eh? I love dreaming and I usually feel there’s significance to them. I keep trying to write them down so that I have a record of them, just to see what themes keep being repeated.