Tornados, Sisters, Singing ... My Three Dreams from Last Night

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I wish I knew what these meant—I haven’t dreamt in awhile … I have never remembered this vividly … and I have never written them down …


Can anyone help?


Here it is as I recall …


I am outside my mother’s home, my childhood home with friends and family and it’s a beautiful day with pockets of storms overhead that are definite pockets between the sunlight. I can see tornados forming and going away, some manifesting, some not. One does form over across the street over the trees and touches down deciding which way to go. I can see it, but it doesn’t make the load noise you would think it would. My group and I decided to watch it and see which way it goes and we do not fear it, it’s like we are comfortable with its presence, it feels like we are playing “chicken” with it. When we see it is making its path our way … we seek shelter in my mom’s house. We fit ourselves in the door jam to the basement and wait. I know it’s coming and I start to hear it. I actually hear a freight train sound and look to my left towards the bay window in the kitchen. I see the shadow rolling darker and darker in the backyard where it is sunny. And then I feel the shaking and hear the freight train and feel the wind … but I am safe and KNOW I will be safe. The house does not crumble or blow away—pieces do, but not the house in its entirety. And then it over.


New dream—same night …


I watch these pockets of storms form more and watch them touch down. Next I am in the same childhood house, however the house in the dream before is as it is today, but this time its how it looked when I was little with my old furniture and lamps, paint and furniture. I am with a few acquaintances, not friends, but people I know and who I will see soon. We go to bed … In this dream my sister, who is handicapped and mentally retarded is sitting in her chair. While on the way to bed I realize that someone, my parents or this acquaintance will put her to bed. I wake dup the next morning and go downstairs … she is sitting up in the chair just as I left her … however she has her “things” around her (she has a bag of “things” she takes everywhere) which I know the night before had been across the room. SO I know she crawled—which is very difficult for her—across the room to get everything and kept herself occupied all night when she should have been put to bed. I ask her “Have you been up all night” she answers “Yes, they forgot to put me to bed” and inside I am filled with pity and sadness that she was forgotten and I feel horrible that I didn’t take control to her needs. I also am filled with overwhelming love and care for her, but still pitying her for being forgotten.


Last dream—same night …


I am in a black box theater and there is a full cast of a show on stage … I watch someone sing a song—that I know is MY song—and she isn’t good, however, everyone loves her and thinks she’s great … In my head, I am saying—I am going to go up there and blow everyone away. Because whoever this cast/audience is doesn’t know me. It’s almost like the one everyone likes this person, who I assume and think is the understudy … and everyone has not met me yet. The song is “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” … when I sing it people love it and love me. And we do a show and it’s great.

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