I used to have tornado dreams a lot growing up. Throughout my childhood well into adulthood. They weren't a recurring dream, but Different tornadoes of varying sizes, shapes, colors, damage, even different personalities. Every dream had a different outcome depending on how I reacted in them.
When I was a child and they were introduced into my dreams [after the falling out the clouds dreams], I had no idea how to survive a tornado. And so, in the earlier dreams I would run away from them as they chase me through the streets. I'd try duck and hide but it found me and tried sucking me into it's dark vortex. I don't want to get sucked in because not only does it look massively destructive and chaotic but all I could feel were all the dark, angry, cold, pain, fearful emotions and energies of the world around me as it gobbled up everything in its path.
Also, I should mention that when I was younger I could fly in dreams, with feathered wings and all, they'd just sprout out of my shoulder blades and lift me off the ground whenever I was in mortal danger.
But Not in the tornado dreams did I dare to fly. Rather, I'd used Metal and Earth elemental and Ground my feet. I thought heavy thoughts, focusing while I outran the tornado because if it lifted me I'd be done.
I felt like it's wind would swoop me off my feet in any minute, so I kept running. Everything behind me was sucked into this roaring Massive Beast. Finally, I'd wake from this dream in a cold sweat. I'd sweated and soaked my pillow and shirt collar though. Much went through my head after a dream like that. I couldn't just Fall back asleep. I needed to know why I was having these dreams. I asked adults and they just said, "They're just dreams Nik. Probably something that's been bothering you." This didn't sound so far fetched. But what was bothering me? Couldn't put a finger on it. Maybe I had things I had to deal with. But How? I'm just a child where do I begin?
Well, It began when I had to do an assignment in Class, They wanted to teach us a little about Weather, Atmosphere and Geology. Something I automatically took interest in soon as we talked about all sorts of Natural Weather Phenomenon, Tornadoes being one of them, and the very one that I was most concerned with at the time. In class we discussed everything Under the sun and moon but on a small scale. I'm sure my hand was the most raised when we talked about weather. The rest of the research was up to us, students, to graph out. We had to choose a topic and learn as much as we could on it,then report back to class to get it reviewed by the Teacher. I of course, chose Tornadoes. After all, they turned up in my dreams so often I needed to know more about them so that I could better protect myself.
So off to the library I went and asked for whatever books they had on tornadoes. I read em all in a week. The fastest reading I've ever done. The most detailed project I ever completed for school. I spoke from not only the filtered information from the book and it's "facts", but my own perspective too, which was as my teacher said, "Spiritually surreal".
I learned so much about them that when I had another tornado dream, I was not as frightened. I didn't run either. It took place when I was at home [in dream]. I felt something in my gut. [i could always feel them before they drop out of the sky.] I was in my room playing with my toys I glanced out my window from where I was and saw the sky shift. It was darker than it was a moment ago. Almost like some dark shadow casted itself over my dream world. I stopped playing with my toys because I knew in spirit that something was coming. The wind outside was picking up too, and leaves were blowing. The few children outside playing were being called in my their guardians. I ran to the front door and opened it, jumped down the 5 front stairs into the dirt making the ground shake beneath. Sort of charging myself up. I could feel the electricity in the crisp air. The wind stopped and it got sooooo eerily quiet. I stood there looking up at the clouds, they were moving so quickly. Yet the air was still around me. Suddenly, I had the urge to warn everyone. So I rang doorbells and screamed, "TORNADO IS HERE GET TO YOUR BASEMENTS!!" Those who heard me, listened. Those who didn't hear me, we're sucked into the Vortex when it landed. I, with my family and anyone who was looking for safety came with us into out basement and we clung to each other. While the tornado demolished everything outside. When it left and was all over, the dream went back to normal. The sun came out and the children anxiously ran out their homes to continue playing as they were before rudely interrupted by the Tornado invasion.
Now, there have been many tornado dreams since that one. And with each one I save more and more people. When I felt a tornado, I'd call everyone I knew and tell them to call who they know. Neighbors and family mostly in the vicinity. After the tornado dissipated, the people who received phone calls Lived while the others were sucked away into this vortex. I've only had one tornado dream that wasn't violent. I've only witnessed two tornadoes that weren't violent. One was a sort of cartoon styled pink tornado with red lipstick accompanied by a Marilyn Monroe beauty mark and blue eye shadow with long lashes. Yeah....um.... I was a child, what can I say. The other dream I had was probably the Last tornado dream I'd ever had. I was in paradise [in dream] on an island so beautiful and tropic. The room I was in was white and all the furniture matched. I was in a white canopy bed with white sheer curtains that danced in the cool tropical breeze. So heavenly. But then out of nowhere a hole in the ceiling and this thin white tornado looking funnel comes down and gently touches the white carpet I was standing on. It emanated light and was as gentle as a whisper on the wind. It didn't destroy anything. Just spun on the spot reaching far up into the heavens. I was automatically hesitant because of previous dreams where I was dooped into believing the force was benevolent when in fact it wanted to harm me. When I heard a soft whisper say, "touch" I got scared and crawled under the bed. ahahahaa, Wimp! I was scared of believing in this beautiful peaceful element. I felt like it was way too good to be true and I hid from it. I regret it now when I think back. What would of happened if I had the courage to touch it. But then I wonder, Would it of turned into something horrible and destroy me, suck me up and devour my spirit? Or would it be the very thing I have been searching for all my life? Ah well..... If I am granted with a Next time, I think I will want to choose to listen to it. What Have I to Loose?
