Cast of characters:
- A handful of random clients.
- Reoccurring dream… tornadoes!
- I work with clients, all day, every day.
- Sun Prairie is a medium-sized town near my home town of Waterloo, WI.
- I visited the Institute for Underwater Archaeology in Istanbul, Turkey, for work last year.
- Hilary was one of my best friends while growing up in Waterloo.
- I handle operations in both Tanzania and South Africa.
- I’m still known to write my phone number on a piece of paper for people, rather than having them just enter it into their phones. 🙂
- I like to ride bikes.
Last night’s dream:
To continue a trend, last night’s dream was anxiety ridden. Ahhhh… tornadoes. So I was sitting in Hilary’s house, which was located in Sun Prairie instead of Waterloo. It wasn’t an accurate depiction of Hilary’s house, though it had some similar features, notably, the two-story tall ceiling and cedar rafters. Initially, I was sitting among a bunch of my clients. We were all sitting and waiting for someone to give a presentation. There was a podium in the southwest corner of the room, against the south and west walls, which had windows from floor to ceiling. There was a small little woods immediately outside the windows, with the town visible beyond. The trees were bare, and it was winter, though there was no snow. The room we were in was one story above ground level. Suddenly, everyone else in the room had disappeared, except for me and two older women. We walked over to the podium and looked out the windows to the West. The trees were now gone, and we looked out towards an open golden field. The sky was gray, and then, out of nowhere, two whitish-gray tornadoes appeared. The tornadoes were headed straight for us, but we stayed by the windows. The tornadoes disappeared, and in their place, this gigantic, silvery blob appeared in the middle of the sky. The blob was morphing into different shapes, and we wondered what it was. We thought maybe it was an alien. It started approaching us at a high rate of speed, and right before it slammed into the windows, we ducked for cover onto the floor. As soon as the blob slammed into the windows, we realized that it was a big blob of rain, and then it started pouring outside.
All of a sudden, the two women and I were standing in the hallway with the other people from the meeting, taking a break. The hallway was supposedly right outside the room that we had been sitting in when the big rain blob hit the windows; however, the hall was an accurate depiction of the second-floor hallway at the Institute of Underwater Archaeology in Istanbul. We were all mingling in the hallway, drinking water from the water cooler out of little Dixie cups. I was talking to some guy, who had traveled with us to Tanzania and who was now interested in traveling with us to South Africa. I wrote my phone number on a little piece of paper so that he could call me if he had any questions. Suddenly he was gone, so I started wandering down the hall to the East, trying to find him. The hall got darker the farther I walked. Then the two women appeared before my eyes, and they said that they were running late and had to get home to Waterloo right away. They didn’t know if the bus would be coming to take them home. I said that it was no problem and that I could take them home to Waterloo, since I was going back there anyway. I seemed to be riding home on a bike, but there was plenty of room on the bike for them, if they wanted.
2 thoughts on “Tornadic Activities”
I HATE tornado dreams! They used to be one of my top 3 recurring nightmares–up there with witches in the attic and kidnappers in the backyard (when I had to go feed the dog in the dark). At least yours include nice little montages of the beautiful places you’ve been!
Tornado dreams are my scariest. I usually wake up in a state of panic, right before the tornado hits me. It is crazy how many historical references show up in my dreams. I never really noticed before. Anyway, hoping that your dreams stay tornado, witch, and kidnapper-free! 😉