Anyone know how to interpret really strange dreams? I can usually do it myself, but this one was nuts.
I was in England. I knew this because a map kept popping up, showing me England. I was out with my family, and a huge rainstorm began, worse than anything we had ever seen. Our car stalled, and we pulled over at the side of the road. I could see the Dad of the family, tall, thin, with brown short spiky hair, and some of the kids, most particularly a tiny little blonde toddler. And there was a cute little 5 year old boy...dark hair.
The mother and father conferred and it was decided that the father would go and get help. I went with him, and an older boy, about 12. I was the oldest...in the dream about 16.
He seemed to be struggling as he walked along the road. The wind came up, and it was dreadful, so he decided to take shelter inside a warehouse by the side of the road.
We saw all sorts of things there we could use. Raincoats with hoods in every size, and Wellies and tiny boots of every sort. We began to grab them, and loaded up.
The wind blew off a section of the corrugated wall and created a window, and I looked out and I saw a tornado of absolutely massive proportions. It was not dark as tornados usually are...but filled with water and energy and light...and it made me think of a water spout...but I had never seen one so huge.
I could not make the Dad aware of the urgency. I tried and tried. I actually grabbed him, forced him around in a half circle and made him look at the massive water spout visible less than five km away. I shouted, "LOOK!!!", and he did not respond. He seemed to be in some sort of state...like a trance...he was walking and leading us, but was not functioning in any meaningful way.
We followed him through an addition to the warehouse with big signs inside which said that Great Britain was going to provide us with cheap and affordable housing of the very best quality...and every bit of what had been built was trash...it had been ripped to pieces by the wind. The walls were shaking and wobbling, the drywall was peeling off, and the uprights and the lumber were shaking.
Then I woke up because the cat was having an insanity episode and jumped up on the bed in a panic and nearly launched himself through the window...馃ぃ
The mother and father conferred and it was decided that the father would go and get help. I went with him, and an older boy, about 12. I was the oldest...in the dream about 16.
He seemed to be struggling as he walked along the road. The wind came up, and it was dreadful, so he decided to take shelter inside a warehouse by the side of the road.
We saw all sorts of things there we could use. Raincoats with hoods in every size, and Wellies and tiny boots of every sort. We began to grab them, and loaded up.
The wind blew off a section of the corrugated wall and created a window, and I looked out and I saw a tornado of absolutely massive proportions. It was not dark as tornados usually are...but filled with water and energy and light...and it made me think of a water spout...but I had never seen one so huge.
I could not make the Dad aware of the urgency. I tried and tried. I actually grabbed him, forced him around in a half circle and made him look at the massive water spout visible less than five km away. I shouted, "LOOK!!!", and he did not respond. He seemed to be in some sort of state...like a trance...he was walking and leading us, but was not functioning in any meaningful way.
We followed him through an addition to the warehouse with big signs inside which said that Great Britain was going to provide us with cheap and affordable housing of the very best quality...and every bit of what had been built was trash...it had been ripped to pieces by the wind. The walls were shaking and wobbling, the drywall was peeling off, and the uprights and the lumber were shaking.
Then I woke up because the cat was having an insanity episode and jumped up on the bed in a panic and nearly launched himself through the window...馃ぃ
