Dream Journal
May 4, 2018
I had been traveling through the suburbs in a bus. There were reports of tornados, and we drove past some torn-up forests near our house in Atlanta.
I ended up at Jeff A’s house in Minnesota with a bunch of other kids. The wind picked up suddenly outside and I asked Jeff what was outside each of the walls — another room? Was it underground? Or an exterior room? It took a moment for him to understand my question but we located an internal wall. I pulled couches around us. The wind picked up and increased tremendously, shaking the room. We moved over a little and clung to the pool table in the center of the room. The room started breaking apart as the sound increased and suddenly it was a whirlwind of debris. It was over quickly. When the dust cleared, the room and everything in it except the pool table were atomized into small brownish clumps, like dryer lint. I looked out into the yard and forest around us. Jeff and I stood up and walked to where a wall was, and stepped right out down the 2 foot drop into the yard.
A room, obliterated?!
Shredded Thought Form?: This is a very unusual way for a thought form to go. It was very much like what a real tornado would do, aside from the extreme level of atomization. I’ve never seen a thought form be so thoroughly rendered into debris as if it was physical. Still, the appearance of clumps of dryer lint was not correct. And what’s stranger is that we were inside it at the time!
Tornado Tales: The “reports of tornadoes” could have inspired the sharing of stories about tornados. I was suddenly transported from a scene near Atlanta to one in Minnesota for the actual tornado experience.