Originally Posted May 11, 2009
On occassion, I have dreams that are so terrifying that they wake me up. This is one such dream.
I’m in the Valley (Rio Grand Valley) on business. It’s early afternoon, and the parking lot at the local mall is full, but I manage to find a spot in time to meet Richard and Robin just outside the entrance. The sky is overcast and dark, as if it is about to storm.
About two-hundred miles away, the stormclouds touch a small section of the earth and lightning a thunder abound from this center of activity (in morning thought, it’s kind of like the pilar of clouds in that Moses movie).
Richard says to me and Robin (who is no longer Robin, but some other girl of large size): ‘Is that a hurricane?’ ‘No, I don’t think so!’ I reply because it would be impossible for it to be a hurricane this far inland (as we are no longer in the valley but someplace at least 400 miles from the sea). I’m afraid though that it is, and I definitely know that it is not a tornado. So we enter the mall, which has an odd amount of windows, like the amount you see in an airport looking out over the concourse. As we walk down a corridor, the dream intensifies…
Meteors or large, watermelon-size chunks or rocks begin falling at random from the sky. Robin (who is back again, partially as Robin, partially as Racheal), says, ‘This could be the end.’ We are undoubtedly all frightened and begin running down the corridor. I’m secretly thinking about how to get to Idaho and the airport nearby when all of a sudden, airplanes start dropping out of the sky. They aren’t gliding in as if they were still moving forward based on the laws of physics though. They are dropping as if the had stopped immediately in the sky. Their belly’s landing flat on the earth. Scores and scores of airplanes fall to the planet.
People are running around terrified, and I think to myself, ‘Is this the Rapture? It’s a long way to Idaho. And finally, ‘I guess I was wrong about that atheist thing.’
Then I woke up. It took me a while to go back to sleep, during which I had another dream, but the details are murky on that one. It was a murder mystery dream and I was the investigator.
On occassion, I have dreams that are so terrifying that they wake me up. This is one such dream.
I’m in the Valley (Rio Grand Valley) on business. It’s early afternoon, and the parking lot at the local mall is full, but I manage to find a spot in time to meet Richard and Robin just outside the entrance. The sky is overcast and dark, as if it is about to storm.
About two-hundred miles away, the stormclouds touch a small section of the earth and lightning a thunder abound from this center of activity (in morning thought, it’s kind of like the pilar of clouds in that Moses movie).
Richard says to me and Robin (who is no longer Robin, but some other girl of large size): ‘Is that a hurricane?’ ‘No, I don’t think so!’ I reply because it would be impossible for it to be a hurricane this far inland (as we are no longer in the valley but someplace at least 400 miles from the sea). I’m afraid though that it is, and I definitely know that it is not a tornado. So we enter the mall, which has an odd amount of windows, like the amount you see in an airport looking out over the concourse. As we walk down a corridor, the dream intensifies…
Meteors or large, watermelon-size chunks or rocks begin falling at random from the sky. Robin (who is back again, partially as Robin, partially as Racheal), says, ‘This could be the end.’ We are undoubtedly all frightened and begin running down the corridor. I’m secretly thinking about how to get to Idaho and the airport nearby when all of a sudden, airplanes start dropping out of the sky. They aren’t gliding in as if they were still moving forward based on the laws of physics though. They are dropping as if the had stopped immediately in the sky. Their belly’s landing flat on the earth. Scores and scores of airplanes fall to the planet.
People are running around terrified, and I think to myself, ‘Is this the Rapture? It’s a long way to Idaho. And finally, ‘I guess I was wrong about that atheist thing.’
Then I woke up. It took me a while to go back to sleep, during which I had another dream, but the details are murky on that one. It was a murder mystery dream and I was the investigator.
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