I have weird, very vivid dreams. Like the one where I packed my entire house into a rolling suitcase and got on a plane. (insert sarcasm font) I wonder what that one meant?
I used to have recurring dreams about tornadoes
I grew up in sort of a tornado alley in Ohio. Nothing like living, say in Kansas, but an alley nonetheless. We lived in a cute ranch style house that had no basement. See where I’m going with this one? Real tornadoes actually touched down within a mile of our home.
The best place we could hide from the storm was an interior room on the floor. Or run, Dorothy style, to a neighbor’s home who had a basement. Your choice.
As an adult I’d have The Tornado Dream.
In the dream I’d be at a family member’s home and I’d hear the sirens. I’d have to collect my family and pets and head to the basement. (at least in my dream there was a frickin’ basement!) The stress in the dream started when I had to do the best for my family to cover them up and hide them in a nook or cranny in the basement. My dream kind of had a “screen on screen” effect. I would be in the basement but could somehow still see the funnel clouds as they approached.
I’d have The Tornado Dream whenever I was feeling extremely stressed or boxed into a corner. I’m happy to report that I haven’t had this kind of dream in about 5 years.