Because I Can't Stop Talking About Dreams

This one is a little different. I've mentioned weird dreams, here, here, and here. But now I'm going to talk a little bit about recurring dreams.

I don't have actual recurring dreams, like, where I have the exact same dream over and over. And I also never have a dream that stops, and then the next night it starts again from where it stopped. But I have recurring theme dreams.

About tornadoes.

Here's how it goes: in pretty much every dream I'm standing in my kitchen looking out the window, and I see a bunch of tornadoes. Never one. There are always more than two. Usually four or five. And, of course, they are all coming towards the house. Sometimes they start combining to make a bigger tornado, but not always.

Anyway, I turn around to yell to my family about the imminent danger. I yell that there are tornadoes coming, and they should get to safety. But they are completely oblivious. They either don't see the tornadoes, or they don't care (for whatever reason). They don't acknowledge that they have heard me.

The dream always ends there. The tornadoes never actually reach the house.

Four nights ago I had this dream, but it was different than it has ever been. I was standing looking out the window, but there was only one tornado coming. Again, I yelled for everyone to get to safety. (I should mention that Art was there, as well as my sister and bro-in-law, which is different than the usual dream of just me and my parents).

And then I run, with my mom, and my sister, to the landing of our house, (halfway between upstairs and downstairs), and we huddle there for safety. But the men are still upstairs. They see the tornado, and they want to watch, instead of getting to safety. And then I woke up.

The last interesting thing about these dreams is that I don't have them during winter. As in, I only have them during the season where tornadoes are possible: spring and summer. This has been happening for a couple of years, I think, but I only started to take note last summer. I think I had a handful of these dreams last summer.

And no, I never have the dream just before or just after a tornado. They are never literal. We pretty much don't get tornadoes in our town, except for this very bizarre event last summer that my cousin Erin blogged about.

I hope I'm not creeping anyone out, that's not the point of this. I don't believe in psychic powers or any such nonsense. But I do believe in the Holy Spirit of God, who sometimes speaks through dreams. But I honestly don't know what He's trying to tell me, if He's trying to tell me something. I never feel a particular "spiritual tugging" afterward. (Also, most of my dreams make absolutely no sense, and they don't mean anything.) Maybe I should pray about more. Ain't no such thing as too much prayer.

By the way, if anyone reading this feels like they have a spiritual confirmation about my dreams, feel free to speak up.

God rarely speaks to me through visions, and I don't feel that I've ever had a clear-as-day-no-mistake-about-it dream from God. But since this theme repeats itself, you gotta wonder....