Darnit, the recurring “tornado” dreams are back again. In the past, they usually show up around times of pending change and/or upheaval in my life. sigh.
This particular dream took place in Texas and I was driving a minivan and heading East across the Main Street/I-35 Overpass in Lewisville. Rachel, Glenn, and Sammi were in the car with me. I looked over to my right and could see the huge tornado heading North, up the interstate, towards us, dust flying everywhere and blacking out signs of its destruction, skies dark and ominous with no rain. Once we got on the other side of the overpass we were (magically) down on A1A in Palm Beach, tornado was gone and we were off to do shopping at some warehouse storage space…in another state… weird.
It looked like one of these tornados:
I hate those dreams- they’re stressful. :P