Dreams: By Tag: Tornado

Thursday, June 17, 2010: Seeking Shelter

From a wide picture window, they saw the circulation of clouds forming into a tornado. He, his wife, his two children, his friend, and his dog descended three flights of stairs, into the cellar. The cellar was partially submerged in water. Despite the water, the dog was able to swim and keep up. They exited the cellar, moving quickly towards a metal bunker.

Thursday, January 31, 2008: Pressure points, tornado

I had a dream that a martial artist lightly struck a man at four points on his body and paralyzed him. The man had been very agitated, and now sat completely still in a chair.

In another dream, my wife and I are aware of story weather outside of our bedroom. A tornado is approaching. We seem to know that the tornado is not like other tornadoes, but we think it could still be dangerous.

In the last dream I had, my wife and I were in bed, and I unhooked my wife’s bra.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007: Tornado

I had a dream that I was walking around inside an apartment on the third floor of a three story building, similar to my childhood home. The walls were covered in cheap wood paneling, and the doors were not sturdy. My mother and father were there, and possibly my siblings, other relatives, and my wife and children. I could see through the window that the sky was cloudy. Somebody said that a tornado was coming. I picked up our dog, and we scrambled for the exit, to get into the cellar before the tornado hit.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007: Tornadoes and Kittens

I was walking up my street in the morning. As I looked around, in every direction I turned, I saw tornadoes in the distance.

In another dream, I was herding kittens, one by one, into the living room of an unfamiliar house at night. When I estimated that we had a sufficient number of kittens, I asked, “OK, now, which ones are the eatin’ kittens?”

Wednesday, December 28, 2005: Tornados

I was walking in a rural area. I crossed a road into a field. Everything was sepia-toned, yellows and browns, dusty, unpleasant. The wind picked up, and soon, there were brown tornados touching down in all directions. I ran back across the street, in search of a basement to take cover.

I also had a dream that I yelled at my son until he cried.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005: White Mansion, Storm, Dancers

I was with my family and friends in a mansion that had a white interior and large windows. As I looked out one window, I saw a storm swirling above a hilltop. A funnel cloud began to form. I warned everybody to go to the basement. But suddenly, the clouds began to disperse, from west to east, as if an invisible force swept them away. I looked out another window shortly after, and I could see a clear night sky. A man and a woman dressed in white were dancing up on the window.

Friday, November 19, 2004: Snubbed, Tornado

I ran into an old high-school friend, Matt, whom I have not seen in years. I was really hoping to spend time catching up with him, but he acted as if he did not wish to have anything to do with me.

In another dream, I was standing on a hilltop, watching a village down in the valley. A tornado appeared in the sky. It bent down slowly and carefully as it was touching down, as if it were swallowing up the village. For a moment, it turned in my direction, as if it sensed me.

Sunday, September 12, 2004: Tornado

I was lying in bed in my house. There was a tapping at the window. My wife drew the curtains back and there before our eyes was a massive funnel cloud. It was too late to do anything; we were swept away house and all with the tornado.

Tuesday, August 03, 2004: Apartments

I was standing across the street from a pair of three-story apartments, sitting on an open plain. The apartments had flat roofs and were constructed, if you had a bird’s-eye view, to resemble the letter W. The house on the left was yellow; the house on the right was white. By way of color, position, and height, the apartment on the right resembled my childhood home on Dartmouth Street, and the apartment on the left resembled... the apartment to the left of my childhood home. Because the apartments were on an open plain, I felt nervous about approaching tornados, though there wasn't a cloud in sight.

A woman was selling the yellow house. It seems I had already bought the white house. “If I had the money,” I thought, “I would buy both houses.”

As I examined the house, I discovered that the basement ceiling was very low, and I was able to move the floorboards overhead. The upper interior of the house had a wide open space with heavy, movable wrought-iron stairs, platforms, and even stranger structures, one of which I think was a folding cube.

My father, brother, uncles, and my father’s (now deceased) dog were in the house. As Bandit, my father’s dead dog approached me, I felt apprehensive, because I knew that, in real life, the dog was dead.

In another dream I had, I was in a hotel bed. I had a cold. My nose was very runny. I blew my nose frequently and put the tissues on the floor next to the bed. Steve (Jack Davenport) and Susan (Sarah Alexander) from the BBC TV show Coupling were in the bed next to me, arguing.

I had a dream that I was living in a first-floor studio of an apartment complex. A young black man outside my window was complaining about how loud my music was.

I had a dream that I was reading RPG review online, something that I was doing frequently last night.

Finally, in the last dream I remember, I was talking to a small latino boy and his family. He had a black pet that could talk, though I can’t remember if it was a cat or a dog.