Yes, it's true. Another tornado dream found its way into my psyche several days ago. I basically grew up having these apocalyptic-like things for one strange reason or another. On the last several occasions they seem to correspond to tornadoes actually occurring shortly after. One such case was the NY tornado from a few months ago which I wrote about before. THAT dream unfolded just as the tornado was striking, yet I was there witnessing all of the vivid details and warning unaware individuals as to its arrival.

This time I was on a two lane highway surrounded by at least three tornadoes. They came so close they temporarily swept the car up and brushed it around the other direction. We sped away in the other direction, launching our vehicle over a creek, landing on the other side barely escaping injury, safe from the tornadoes.

I was surprised to see thunderstorms in the forecast 3 days later. On the way home from my family Christmas visit, traveling along similar roads as in the dream, I had witnessed some of the more powerful winds in a while, especially those not directly associated with a storm. Later I heard relatives had been dodging tornadoes in East Texas, and in the news two tornadoes touched down in Houston. All in all, three tornadoes were reported in Texas, up to this writing. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/12/25/texas-tornado-2012-christmas-storm-gulf-coast_n_2363055.html

Interestingly, there were three (or more) tornadoes, as in the dream. In addition, the activity took place roughly 1-2 hrs to the east of where I had traveled to. If I interpret the symbolism correctly, it further corresponds to my being on the edge of this Christmas Day storm before turning around and heading home. 

In any event, climate change is proving to be an interesting phenomenon, this Christmas Day providing us with not snow but instead tornadoes.

I had a dream this late morning/early afternoon that I was pool-side somewhere on the coast. I looked over a wall and noticed a funnel cloud/tornado heading directly in over the sea, about 500 yards away, so I warned everyone to get inside. and take cover As I ran in I thought to grab my phone to snap a video and put it on YouTube (ha!), but the touch screen on it sucks and it seemed too risky of a venture. The deck chairs were already starting to swirl around. The building, which was all modern and either for business or part of a resort, was surrounded mostly all by glass, so I had to get further inside somewhere that was fortified. I got behind a desk that was in an inner portion of the building and put two upturned office chairs over me. When I checked the news around 2pm today I saw that a rare tornado touched down on a beach area in New York at around 12:15pm my time, where it ripped up cabanas and deck chairs and there was concern about all glass buildings.  http://news.yahoo.com/tornado-strikes-beachfront-neighborhood-nyc-170630482.html

Here I am, standing on the sidewalk on a hot afternoon, and wouldn't you know: Dan Akroyd and Chevy Chase pass by. They happen to be on their next adventure/ madcaper so they decide to commandeer a bus driving by. I try to follow them but don't make it in time. I certainly don't want to be left out so I get in my car and follow the bus.

Having apparently arrived at the right destination, it should be noted that the tone has changed to a slightly more serious one. In addition, Dan Akroyd and Chevy Chase are no longer their true selves, but rather some actual agents of sabotage of some kind. I believe the first attempt at whatever was in the works ended in failure. Now, this time we are at essentially a fortified multi-level parking lot. Really, it is near in similarity to a modern airport. What we are trying to get into here though has a perimeter around it with a heavy steel gate. As I stumble into the scene a guard notices me. I decided I was left with the only option of breaking his neck! I lay the body on the sidewalk with legs crossed and head slumped to make it looked like he was taking a nap. Apparently there is something that must be extracted from a pool of water in a square concrete container that is exposed outdoors. Radioactive material? Special dolphins? An ancient sea creature? I inform one of the others of what happened with the guard and he is now sure that we will get caught. The person with the escape truck radios to leave now. Unable to make it from the guarded concrete enclosure I attempt to fly away. Now it's nightfall. There are giant concrete walls toward the back of the place with barbed wire along the top. I give up my attempt, but then I try a second time, deciding that I was not focusing hard enough. I make it over the walls safely and far away enough to avoid further detection.

The next thing I know I am sitting in a classroom. Most of the other class members have all completed their assignment for the other night. I, on the other hand, forgot (perhaps it was because I was out involving myself in capers and spy activities instead). The teacher, who was a short brunette male with an unconventional style, decided to go down the rows to see how our projects went. Nervously, I try to think of some kind of excuse, so when he gets to me I end up sharing a long and bumbling answer about "well this lead to this", and "such and such happened", but "basically I forgot....and oh, by the way what was the assignment anyway?". Disappointed, the he explains: "well your assignment was simple. You were to go outside and observe a squirrel, just like this one, and then get back to us with the results." As he sits petting the squirrel I feel somewhat guilty, but at the same time annoyed that I messed up such a simple assingment.

The next thing I remember is walking alongside a stretch of highway on I-30 just north of 635 in Dallas. Observing the only thing that seemed to be highway and grass on each side, I thought to myself "I wonder why they never developed this particular area of the highway with anything". At that moment I heard, as if over a non-existent radio, that Texas experienced it's largest tornado ever.

6/8/2012

I find myself scoping out an older apartment complex, something you would find in just about any city that was once nice and became a questionable place to live. I'm standing in the hallway trying to assess the situation. I believe the house next door is a kidnapping or child abduction ring. The next thing I know a black gentleman is returning home, so I nonchalantly pretend to be entering the apartment to the left of the one in quesiton. Unfortunately, the unit appears to be his. He, rather pissed off, follows me down the hall yelling at me, asking if I wanted to get shot. I want to tell him that I am trying to break up whatever dubious thing is occurring next door but I don't know if he is involved or not and appears to be a rather violent person so I leave.

Now I arrive at a rather cheap mobile home with my brother. I enter inside the building. Tired for some reason, we both decide to lay down and fall asleep on the floor in the living room or lobby area. Just as soon we are informed that we have separate rooms waiting for us. So we walk down the hall and surprisingly the hall leads into another hall and then a stairway. The stairway we walk up leads into an entire wing of hallways and many rooms, such as in a hostel or hotel, and there are several other wings. My brother chose a room for himself. I keep wondering through the place, not quite sure wear to go and also intending to explore the place further. At one point an older Asian woman comes out of the door. She is half dressed and appears to be getting ready for sleep or to shower, I'm not for certain. Finally I settle on a room, still trying to figure out the architecture of the place and why I am even there.

This morning I awoke to having recalled 2 dream messages or scenarios. In one the US was attacked by three different countries. In another, something was confirmed as to my suspicions but I can not recall that piece of information 100% at the present time, but it may have had something to do with what has been terms the Harvest. 

I'll take the time to mention a few older dreams now. 

I have often dreamed of tornadoes, and it has been my belief that, given natural earth changes and the extent to which we are running the planet into the ground, strange weather will continue to happen. I'm no stranger to tornadoes having grown up in the Dallas, TX. I still recall the bright, alien green sky through the cafeteria windows at my school where we spent many an occasion crouched uncomfortably in the hallway. The most recent tornado dream of mine was one in which I was riding in a friend's car down a road. A large tornado passed by, then not much later a second one came alongside the road, however this one forced us off to the side near a ditch in order to seek coverage, but soon enough it had passed, or at least the dream ended there. Uncannily, the location looked and felt like where I grew up in Dallas. Only a few weeks later at least 13 tornadoes struck Dallas, two of which were rather large, but miraculously there were no serious injuries, mostly due to the warning systems in place and the time of day at which they struck.

In an earlier dream, I was in an urban area. There were many buildings that were devastated, including thick concrete buildings, the cause of which was not readily apparent to me in recall. There was much rubble around and half torn open buildings. It was night time and suddenly a tornado came barreling down the street or alleway, forcing me and friends to seek coverage in some half-remaining 4-5 story buildings.

Recently DARPA has been making headway into robotics and their use in security applications, or in other words how they can be applied on the battlefield, or even at home in terms of controlling populations and dissent. One can find videos of robotic dogs and leopards on the internet which, mounted with battery packs, actually run and traverse ground at impressive speeds. Drones are the next hottest thing in warfare, set to grow at least five-fold by 2016 in Afghanistan and other areas in the middle east, and will likely become more pervasive here in the US in the coming years, while unmanned armored vehicles are taking their place in conflict on the ground. This is, in part, what was meant back when Donald Rumsfeld pushed for a lighter, more efficient military, some years ago, and in the wake of 4 dollar gasoline and the number of battles being fought simultaneously in the world, it makes military sense. 

I had a dream a few years ago (yet another relating to the topic of missiles) where US skies rained missiles from a foreign threat. After leaving the city limits and surviving the initial barrage or conflict, I was later placed in house arrest. The only thing guarding myself and the roommates, all of which were equally being held "legally", was one single robot, equipped with cameras, sensors, and other gadgetry. The thing that struck me about this gizmo was the limited intelligence and the ease in which we could evade its monitoring.  I eventually left "house arrest" and though I was tailed by a police car, I escaped by "flying", which in my dreams is a frequent form of transportation, and entered a cloud where someone was awaiting me.

This brings me to another topic of my dreams which has to do with martial law. 

In yet another dream, this one from 3-4 years ago, individuals in my city were rounded up by the military. Each person was given a color corresponding to their threat level. Green indicated no threat. Yellow indicated a warning, or mild threat status. And red corresponded to a terrorist level threat. I was given the yellow, and along with my peers was placed in the back of a military personnel vehicle for escorting elsewhere.

There is one other dream along this vein I would like to mention. It took place rather recently and in it, once again, martial law had been declared, this time rather "ad hoc". Individuals were asked to stay indoors wherever they were at the time if their names happened to be on a list in their district. I was not on the list, and I recall searching for supplies and wishing I had prepared more in advance, considering there was a run on some of them. 

Either these are aspects of imagination, or that which is buried deep within the unconscious that correspond to worrying trends we see increasing around us today, or they are worrying signs themselves that ought to be headed, the sentiment of which is that the American Dream is starting to collapse. Through the course of it, we may see drastic changes brought about by our government. Just take a look at such worrying trends as the Patriot Act, Indefinite Detention, the illegality of protest, and that of all the copyright and censorship legislation of late. We may yet see more draconian measures set forth, or perhaps even revolution, but as usual only time will tell.