It's been happening to me since I was five. A recurring dream of being caught in a tornado. I am very scared but also excited that a category five tornado is on its way.
Squeeze me?
I know, it sounds sadistic, but I am never harmed because instinct tells me to find a corner in the basement to hide...in my dream!
I wake up before the tornado hits--every time. I have tried to find out what the meaning of these dreams are...although I suspect it relates to my curiosity with natural calamities (hurricanes, lightning storms, earthquakes). When I hear about it on the news, I listen to every single detail.
Or perhaps it's a metaphor--my brain, the tornado. A different category everyday, I suppose. Some have suggested its repressed sexual instincts. Yeah sure, I can imagine me saying, "I had me a tornado of a session last night!"
A tornado can be interpreted in so many ways, but for now, I will take it at face value...my next job will be a storm chaser ;)
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ReplyDelete- you must be a big fan of the movie Twister. If you don't know about this movie, rent it. I don't have it,
- Have you ever tried to correlate your tornado dreams and the arrival of your boss' boss? Scary and exciting, two senses that compliment each other.
I like the boss' boss analogy. Very Clever, the Wong guy...
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