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Sweet dreams

When I was little – and up into my thirties, I think – I had recurring dreams about a tornado. It was big and scary and powerful and yet strangely attractive. In some dreams, I understood it to be God and I would walk into it.

Years later, from some alt USENET group about dreams, I learned it is a very common one.

Well, maybe not ‘tornado is God’, but tornado dreams generally. I am 99% sure we all caught it off the Wizard of Oz.

Now, enjoy this video of a tornado in Laramie, Wyoming. It’s a Twitter link, if you care.

No, there’s no follow up. The video cuts before we know if the tornado reaches them. Sweet dreams!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments


Comment from dissent
Time: September 7, 2020, 9:26 pm

A feature of every summer here in the US Midwest.

“It’s pickin’ up dirt or somethin’. Look how dark it’s gettin’ at the base …”.

Yeah, it’s kinda what they do.


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: September 7, 2020, 10:06 pm

There’s something really captivating about watching a tornado, but video works just fine for me. Being physically close to that much uncontrolled energy and high forces gives me a case of the willies.

Hurricanes below Cat 4 are different. Those are fun! I don’t seek them out, mind you, but maybe they seek me: I’ve been in the eye of two of them. It goes from all heck breaking loose to breezy and a clear blue sky back to all heck breaking loose again, but with the wind from the opposite direction.

Cat 4 and above, no thank you. We’ll be long gone if one of those is moving our way.


Comment from durnedyankee
Time: September 8, 2020, 1:35 am

Same dream – they bother me less now than they used to, but I still get them every couple of months.

And yes, when I was younger “the Witch” figured into them.

And bridges, and really steep hills that the highway engineers shouldn’t have put a road on. It’s good that my dreams are semi lucid most of the time so I don’t have to wake up hyperventilating and sweating.

And I’ve seen enough of what they do now first hand, and i don’t want to see THEM first hand, their ‘trails’ are quite enough thanks.


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: September 8, 2020, 1:59 pm

I’ve had four up-close and personal “tornado” experiences, but I’ve never dreamed about them. We bugged out for Hurricane Rita, which was a living nightmare, and I led the parade out of town! It didn’t “hit” where we lived on Galveston Bay, but it sucked all the water out of the bay. A few years later Hurricane Ike scoured that darling little cottage off the face of the earth, plus an estuary house we’d lived in. The land elevation at the bay house was 11 ft above sea level, and the hurricane tide came in at 19 ft. We’d moved to the hill country by then, but I prayed and cried for 24 hours as I watched the news.

It was because of Rita that I begged to move inland again. But in my perfect world, I’d own a cheap little house on Padre Island (on the Gulf of Mexico) and a cheap little house inland to share with JavaMan—each of us taking three or four months at one or the other location, then swapping! 🙂


Comment from Surly Ermine
Time: September 9, 2020, 1:41 am

Nothing like commenting late buuuuut I used to have this reoccurring dream in which I discover a previously unknown portal to hell in my own house.

And when I was younger, dreams of being devoured by giant creatures.

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