Dreaming

Had this dream last night and felt prompted to share it. Would appreciate your thoughts.

josh

I was standing at the back door or my house and all of a sudden there was the sound of wind. As I looked out the sliding glass door I could see that there was something flying around in the wind. I cracked the sliding door and maple tree seeds flew in through the crack in the door, you know the helicopter kind we all played with as children. This was strange since there are no mature trees in our neighborhood.

I stood there watching as the seeds increased in number, they became so thick that I was unsure about going outside, but there seemed to be something compelling me to go outside. I knew I was supposed to be outside in the midst of those seeds. All at once I understood that I was seeing a tornado. It was not large, just big enough to take up the width of my backyard. Instead of running outside I called for Amy to bring Emma. “Get her Crocs on I want her to experience this” I said. Amy was rushing around trying to find Emma’s Crocs and I was torn between running out in the midst of the sea of swirling seeds and waiting to grab my daughter to experience this “storm” with me. At this point I can recall thinking, “There are going to be trees everywhere in my lawn! It is going to be ruined!” Yet there was something so intriguing/beautiful/intrinsic about what was taking place, the consequence did not seem to matter.

Just as Amy got Emma to the door the tornado appeared in our backyard. Emma stood behind my legs peering at the storm from behind me. I stood and watched as awnings were picked up and torn to pieces as they became part of this mass of wind and debris. Even at this point there was no fear, the emotion was peace. Then as quickly as the tornado came it was gone.
Emma and I ventured outside to look at what had taken place. I remember hearing and feeling the seeds cracking under my feet as I walked. The storm had been in our backyard but there was no visible damage to any of our property, I walked over to the fence and it was wobbly but not damaged. It was at this moment that friends of mine began sending me picture mail of the storm as they had seen it. I remember thinking, “How did they see this it was in my backyard?”

Then I awoke.