i am very sorry if this is in the wrong place.
i started having this recurring dream when i was 11 or 12 - about 15 years ago. i've had this dream so much that i have literally lost track of how
many times i've had it, but i would guess hundreds of times. at one point, in my teens, i was having it almost every night for several months
straight. then it tapered off to a few times a month for a few years, then several times a year for about 10 years. the last time i had the dream was
perhaps a year or two ago, but i still think about it and its implications. if there are any.
the dream always starts in a random spot - sometimes on an airport runway, sometimes on the streets of a suburban neighborhood, sometimes on the
beach, etc. - but it always ends exactly the same way. that is, except for the most recent time i had this dream. but i'll get to that in a second.
anywho, the dream always starts normally enough - it's a nice spring day out and everyone is going about their business, la-di-da. where am i in this
dream? i'm just one of the people going about their business. then it starts raining. the storm gets bad enough that people run inside so their
clothes and hair don't get soaked, but still no big deal. then it starts storming REALLY hard and the sky turns all wonky green-black, and then the
tornadoes come - countless tornadoes, as far as you can see in every direction. the entire sky is dark and angry, and the tornadoes are destroying
everything. it's so horrible, and there are screams and explosions everywhere. then all of a sudden - as quickly as they dropped down - the tornadoes
all "suck" back up into the sky, and everything is still and silent. people are poking their heads out of buildings to see if the destruction is over.
then, the black sky cracks open in all these random spots, and brilliant light pours out from the cracks. then, these huge arrows made of fire start
falling from the cracks in the sky onto the earth, exploding upon impact and destroying everything. huge explosions. buildings and people are
incinerated and just blown to bits. so much death and terror, and the screams. oh God, the horrible screams. i'm still there, watching everything
unfold and go to s*it, and now my family is somehow with me. everyone is crying and everyone knows they are going to die an awful, awful death. the
dream ends when one of the fire arrows falls upon my family and i, cooking us alive. i'd wake up screaming and sweating, and it would feel like i was
that's how the dream went every single time i had it, EXCEPT for the most recent time i had it - maybe a year or two ago, like i said. the dream was
the same in every way, except neither my family nor myself were part of the crowd as we always were before. they didn't make an appearance in the
dream at all, and i was up in the sky somewhere, watching all of this happen down on earth. it was still just as terrifying because all i could do is
watch this horrible thing happen to all of these innocent sentient beings.
edit on 10-4-2012 by Violets because: wrong location for post...?