Dream of: 08 December 2013 "The Eye Of The Storm"
dreams are encounters with truth
I'm sitting on the ground floor of a big brick building which is part of a private school which seems like a college. Other students are in the room and I'm sitting at a table with a couple girls (in their late teens) who are eating. They're talking about the students who attend this college. Apparently about 100 people live here at the school and they are divided into two sections. One section consists of 64 people who are students, while the other section consists of 29 people who aren't even students. I'm surprised that so few students actually attend this school. I'm thinking that I could even stay in the school if I wanted, but I'm still not sure how the room and board is set up.
I'm a bit self-conscious about eating with these girls. They seem like the flippity high-class type. I spill a tiny bit of food on the table. I'm unsure that I'm displaying proper table manners.
Finally I stand up. One whole side of the room is covered with big glass windows and glass doors. I walk outside for a moment and am surprised to see six or seven big funnel clouds hovering over houses on the distant horizon. I holler out, "Tornado!"
I watch as the tornadoes tear into the houses. I think I can safely watch for a bit and still have time to run into the building and head to the basement before the tornadoes reach me. I want to watch as long as I can. The sight is quite spectacular. Lightning flashes over the perimeters of some of the funnel clouds. Suddenly a big piece of something which looks like the roof of a house flies up into the air. Lighting strikes it and creates a dazzling show as the edges of the flying roof light up before falling back to the earth.
I step back inside the building. I plan to head to the basement when I hear someone say something about not opening the basement door at the bottom of the stairs. I think about 50 people are already gathered in a big room in the basement, but I don't think I'll be able to go in, so I'll have to huddle outside the basement door.
Ten or fifteen people are still here in this room and are watching the tornadoes through the big window. I think its now dangerous to remain here, but they don't seem to be concerned and they continue watching the action.
The wind picks up as one of the funnel clouds seems to hit the building, but the wind still doesn't seem strong enough to force me to the basement. Suddenly the wind seems to stop, and I think that this is the "eye of the storm" . I think to myself that if the back half of the tornado is no worse than the front half, I should be able to weather this without problem.