Dreams

It seems like my dreams about tornadoes come and go in cycles. I’m in a cycle now where I’m having them frequently. The latest one I can remember involved me and Doc driving south down Plano road, nearly to our house. I saw a big tornado headed our way in the rearview mirror and so recklessly drove the rest of the way to the house, running red lights and all. We screeched into the garage, ran inside, and started gathering things to take to shelter, including the cats in their carriers. In the garage we had a doorway to a set of stairs leading down to a basement, very similar to my parents’ garage stairs to the attic (except down, not up, of course). I flung open the door and suddenly remembered that we were storing a lot of stuff for my parents while they were between houses. Three or four tall bookcases full of books and boxes and junk were piled haphazardly halfway down the staircase, to where it was impossible to get past them into the basement. I found a space for the cat carriers to sit and determined that Doc and I would probably be safe even part way down the stairs. But it was taking so long to gather things, I couldn’t believe that the tornado hadn’t already hit us. I felt this incredible sense of urgency, like it could happen any minute and we were just wasting time trying to think what we should carry downstairs with us. Like most of my dreams, the tornado never actually hits. I just experience the fear and urgency beforehand.

In my dreams last night, I came up with a fabulous new product idea… BLAM!-boo™, bamboo building material stuffed with explosives! If you want a house that can self-destruct when necessary, just build your walls out of BLAM!-boo™, and you’ll be able to explode it any time you want! Somehow, being able to explode one’s house was a very important consideration in my dream. In another part of my dream, I was in some scenario very much like an action/thriller movie. At the last minute we uncovered enough of an old windowpane to realize that instructions for stopping the airplane explosion were written in the dust on the glass, and I scrambled up to the top of the airplane’s tail and pressed a red button. The explosion had JUST started, but as soon as I pressed the red button, it was like someone hit a “rewind” button and the explosion stopped mid-explose, and then retreated into itself. In yet another part of my dream, I was at a cocktail party in someone’s mansion that was also a bible museum, and I was supposed to go on the tour of the exhibit but I didn’t want to because my fingers and hands were very tingly and swelling and painful, especially the 4th finger on my right hand, and I was afraid that I soon wouldn’t be able to get my rings off. I thought maybe I’d eaten something I was allergic to, either at the party or in the cab of the semi truck/spaceship that had brought me and some friends from the island we’d been stranded on to the cocktail party, and it was making me tingle and swell up. Then I “woke up” in my dream, and realized that the reason I’d been “dreaming” about my hands feeling that […]

Sometimes I have dreams where I do heroic things. I wonder if maybe it’s because I don’t feel much like a hero in waking life? I think that to some degree, everybody wants to be seen as a savior, one who does great things for the common good, or at least to have the courage to try. And some people want to be superheroes, taking it to the next level. I dreamed last night that someone broke into my house. I was downstairs and heard a noise on the front porch. I opened the door and heard someone on the porch roof, and saw a wire that they’d attached to the ground and used (somehow) to get up on to the roof. I had a broom in my hand and was yelling at the person to get off the roof, and trying to swipe at the wire with the broom, but I didn’t step outside because I thought it might be dangerous. The situation didn’t really feel dangerous, though, but I yelled upstairs for Doc to call 911. Then the noise stopped and I knew that the person had gotten inside the house. I heard noises in the backyard and ran through the house. Our backyard was large and grassy, and someone I didn’t know had tackled the robber down to the ground. I ran out and took over, ordering him to turn over onto his stomach, and then I jammed my knee into the small of his back and cranked his hands up behind his back to hold him in place. My broom had shrunk to a small stick, but the end was nice and pointed and so I stuck this against his back so he wouldn’t try to get away. He had stolen a Walkman cassette player from […]