Post by paulette on Jan 6, 2018 15:05:50 GMT -6
First off let me say - I've dreamed about tornados since I was a young adult. I've seen water spouts (from a long way away) but only seen tornadoes in documentaries etc. Nevertheless the feeling I have in the dreams, as they drift closer and closer to where I am hiding, is the same inevitable fear and acceptance I have when I dream of UFOs drifting low over my house, stopping overhead, me going to the window or outside. OK same pit of my being feeling that it is coming for me.
But back to tornadoes. In tornado dreams I hide somewhere (ineffectually). I'm never pulled out and destroyed or hurt but my sense of safety dwindles, to put it mildly.
Meanwhile in the real world: a tornado ripped the roof off on my family home and sucked most of the possessions out and scattered them around (my surfboard, in the rafters of the garage was found miles away with a few dings in it). This was in 1972 or 3. They never returned or rebuilt.
On December 19th of 2017,a friend of mine who lives in Rusk Texas had a tornado go right across her property. She had just sold all her alpacas and lamas - the now empty barn was flattened. The roof of her house was across the yard. Inside the house was rubble (good pictures afterwards). She's older than me - she crawled out without injuring herself, slept in her truck that was intact but moved - she had to fire up her tractor to pull it back up on the road. Then in the morning she drove to Dallas - a 4 hour drive. I don't know if she was asleep or what. She isn't talking about it yet. There's been some crowd funding but I doubt that she'll continue her life there.
None of this means anything. Its just my up close and personal interactions with dream tornadoes - probably at least one a month - and the real ones that have touched the edges of my life.
But back to tornadoes. In tornado dreams I hide somewhere (ineffectually). I'm never pulled out and destroyed or hurt but my sense of safety dwindles, to put it mildly.
Meanwhile in the real world: a tornado ripped the roof off on my family home and sucked most of the possessions out and scattered them around (my surfboard, in the rafters of the garage was found miles away with a few dings in it). This was in 1972 or 3. They never returned or rebuilt.
On December 19th of 2017,a friend of mine who lives in Rusk Texas had a tornado go right across her property. She had just sold all her alpacas and lamas - the now empty barn was flattened. The roof of her house was across the yard. Inside the house was rubble (good pictures afterwards). She's older than me - she crawled out without injuring herself, slept in her truck that was intact but moved - she had to fire up her tractor to pull it back up on the road. Then in the morning she drove to Dallas - a 4 hour drive. I don't know if she was asleep or what. She isn't talking about it yet. There's been some crowd funding but I doubt that she'll continue her life there.
None of this means anything. Its just my up close and personal interactions with dream tornadoes - probably at least one a month - and the real ones that have touched the edges of my life.