Tornado Dreaming

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This post won’t be funny.  So if you come seeking humor, be warned, every writer has a dark side, and this is about mine.

I have learned the hard way that there is a very special power to be gained from the Dreamlands.  But it is a dark and ominous power.  When H.P. Lovecraft wrote his nightmare horror stories about the Cthulhu Mythos and journeys in the Dreamlands seeking Unknown Kadath and other forbidden horrors, he may have been writing from real experience.  While dreams are couched in metaphor and must be interpreted, they also touch the physical contours of our reality.  And not just a light touch, either.  Dreams can be made of concrete and stone.  Further, I believe the dreaming mind is no longer bound by perceptual tricks we identify as “present time” in our waking lives.  The existence of every man is eternal.  Existence is beyond the control of the relative dimension in space we know as “time”.  In dreams you can actually reach out and touch both the distant past and the future.  Does this mean  I think I can foretell the future?  Of course not.  Are you daft?  If I could I would be a millionaire and far removed from health problems and dark depressions that define my inner, darker self.

But dreams shape and define my actual day-to-day existence, and not always for the better.

1966 was the year I turned ten, and the year the skies of my dreams turned dark.  My best friend at the time lived next door.  My best friend had an older brother who was five years older than me.  One day that older brother trapped me behind a pile of tractor tires in the neighbors’ back yard.  He pulled off my pants and my underpants.  He wasn’t gentle.  He twisted my most sensitive parts and forbid me to scream by threatening worse torture.  He introduced me to pain I never knew could exist before that day.  He forced me to endure torture for his personal pleasure.  He told me the incident was my own fault and he made me believe it.  I lost a part of my soul that day, and I would not remember what had happened for another twelve years, two-and-a-half emotional breakdowns later that school counselors and parents could never explain.  I never told anybody about it for years.  I could not have even written this paragraph until the summer before last… when he died of a heart attack.  He had power over me until I was 56 years old.

1966 was also the year of the tornado in Belmond, Iowa.  Both of my parents worked in Belmond.  When we were in school that day, we were studying weather in science.  The topic of nimbus clouds and storms came up.  Mrs, Mennenga, our teacher, pointed out the north window of the 4th grade classroom and said a cumulonimbus cloud was just like the one we could all see in the sky over Belmond, ten miles to the north.  She said that was the kind of cloud from which tornadoes would form.  It was ironic that that was exactly what was happening.  I spent that night at Uncle Larry’s farm knowing that a tornado had devastated Belmond, and not knowing if my mother and father were alive or dead.  (My father’s business was leveled, but he made it to the basement just as the building exploded and only had a deep scalp laceration.  My mother was a nurse at the hospital, and she, along with the rest of the hospital were miraculously spared.  Only six people were killed in the devastation.)  Needless to say, I know where my tornado nightmares come from.

So what is the real meaning behind Tornado Dreaming?  I firmly believe nightmares auger something in real life.  Granted it may be past as well as future, but dreams can come true for good or ill.  While I was in college, I dreamed one of my childhood friends was riding in a pickup truck in the back, where no one should ever ride, but farm kids always do.  A black tornado dropped out of the sky and knocked him out of the pickup and split open his head.  Only a week later, in real life, that same friend fell out of the back of a pickup and nearly died.  I had a tornado dream at age twenty-two that preceded remembering the sexual assault by two days.  It all came back to me and floored me like being stepped on by the boot of horrendous Cthulhu.  As a sophomore in high school I had a tornado dream that found me running for shelter into a house I had only entered twice in my life.  It was the house of another of my friends, and everyone there, many of whom were people I didn’t know, were crying over the death of someone.  My friend was there.  His twin brothers and little sister were there.  A woman that I later learned was his aunt was there.  His mother was there too.  Who were they all weeping for?  The following Monday I found out that my friend’s stepfather had been killed on his motorcycle by a drunk driver the same night that I had the dream.  Dreams can warn what the future holds.  But you cannot do anything to change the outcome.  Any attempts I made to change anything may have done more to cause the event than prevent it.  So, I am left wondering if this “gift of prophecy” is not merely a curse.

I have a novel or two to write about this if God grants me enough time to write them.  I am burdened by the very insight I am sharing with you here.  Why am I even talking about it at all, you ask?  Especially when I warned you from the start this wouldn’t be funny and practically no one will actually read this far?  I must confess.  Friday night I had another tornado dream.  In the dream, I was in Grandpa Aldrich’s farmhouse, the place where my mother and father now live.  My mother and I looked out the south window on the back porch.  There, swirling in dark gray-green, was a funnel cloud dancing against an ominous electric-green sky.  We were only steps away from the door to the storm cellar.  But before we reached safety, the dream ended.  What is about to happen?  Will talking about it cause something to happen?  Is Cthulhu knocking at the door?  Only time will tell.

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4 responses to “Tornado Dreaming

  1. This is my 400th post. I didn’t realize that until now. No matter how horrible it is, it represents a great deal of progress for me. All comments are welcome. You cannot hurt my feelings. But I don’t blame you if you can’t read the whole thing through. I promise I won’t always be a triple-down bummer like this.

    • Hello Authormbeyer,

      Congratulations on your 400th post, and thank you for encouraging us to comment on this post.

      What happened to you when you were a kid was horrible, it took a lot of courage for you to share this, and I hope that you finally have some peace/healing/recovery/et cetera from that experience now after all of these/those years.

      Those tornado experiences and dreams sound terrifying, I do not know much or anything about dream interpretation but another blogger once shared a link to a dream dictionary blog/website with me, and here is what that blog/website has to say about tornado dreams:

      http://dreamhawk.com/dream-dictionary/tornado/

      Prescient dreams are probably a bit rare for most people, and it sounds like you have had more than the average person which is interesting; and there are still a lot of mysteries involving dreams that we still have not figured out yet, but I am curious to learn more.

      This also reminds me of a quote from the Syfy Channel’s 2003 television mini-series Children Of Dune (which was based on some of the Dune books by Frank Herbert):

      “To know the future is to be trapped by it, Grandmother. My father knew it but he couldn’t escape it. I want more freedom than that! A universe of surprises, that is what I pray for.” -Leto II

      I too wonder about that last dream you mentioned, I tried to visualize what that dark gray-green with a dancing funnel cloud in an electric-green sky must have looked and felt like, and I also wonder what was about to happen and what could that mean if anything?

      Thank you for taking the time to share this. 🙂

      -John Jr

      • Today we had an earthquake in our Dallas suburb. Was that what the dream meant? I don’t think so. I am usually more certain when the truth is revealed. I did have a deja vu experience though when my mother texted be to make sure we were all right.

    • Hello Authormbeyer,

      Wow! I did not know that there were earthquakes around that area sometimes (hopefully no one was harmed).

      Déjà vu is another thing/feeling that sometimes happens in dreams that I also think is interesting, and sometime mysterious.

      -John Jr

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