Into the Tornado
One specific dream that used to plague me was about tornadoes. Growing up in the Midwest, the summer would usually have a few tornado watch days and sometimes the sirens would go off. I knew when the sky turned green, it meant possible disaster.
As I walked through this dream yesterday, I let myself get swept away into the tornado. I saw the funnel spinning around me, but I remained calm and stayed in the middle. Eventually, I was thrown out of it. I felt stronger and braver for the experience.
