Okay, here’s my shot at a blog post, written in a casual, personal style, about my experience trying to interpret a dream about taking shelter from a tornado:
So, last night I had this crazy vivid dream. I was outside, and suddenly the sky turned that weird greenish-black color. You know, the kind you see in movies right before a tornado shows up? Yeah, that.
I totally panicked. I mean, who wouldn’t? I started running, looking for, like, anywhere to hide. I remember seeing other people scrambling too, all of us with that same “oh crap” look on our faces.
Finding My Safe Spot
Eventually, I found this old, beat-up storm cellar. It was one of those underground ones with the slanted metal doors. I yanked it open and practically threw myself down the stairs. It was dark and musty, and I could hear the wind howling like crazy above me.
I huddled there, I have no clue for how long, heart pounding. I was thinking if this really was all over, or if the world was about to end, and other fun thoughts.
- Checked a dream dictionary – kinda generic, “hidden anxieties” and stuff.
- Looked up some symbolism stuff – tornadoes supposedly represent chaos and change.
- Seriously, I think it was just stress.
Trying to Figure It Out
When I woke up, I was still kinda shaken. I felt like I had to figure out what it meant. Like, was it a premonition? Was my subconscious trying to tell me something?
So I did what anyone would do – I hit up the internet. I went down a total rabbit hole.
I’m not really sure I came up with any solid answers. Maybe my brain was just processing some stress from work, or maybe I watched too many disaster movies before bed. Who knows?
Ended up deciding the dream was mostly about my fear of the unpredictable, and maybe feeling a little out of control in my life lately. You know, the usual. Definitely made me think, though!
