Some would argue that dreams are an unconscious state of mind that do not represent anything more than wild imaginative images, while others would agree that they represent some kind of warning or inspiration that are better left to interpretation. There are dreams that are left imprinted in our minds to the point of utter confusion when the reality of this world wake us up; then there are the ones made up of fear and despair that we normally would rather forget, but are unable to. Let’s not forget the strange dreams that appear and within seconds after waking up are simply erased from memory. But what about the dreams that cross the line between fear, destruction, hope, confusion, and despair? The kind of dreams that make you question reality. I had one like that a few years ago, but the strangest thing is I still remember it today as if it had really occurred. Was my sub conscious mind preparing me for something or is this just another random set of images imprinted on my mind? I believe I got my answer about a month after I dreamt this, but I like to share it in hopes of maybe preparing someone else for the same meaning I received from it. This was my dream…
My wife and I were helping the church build homes for the homeless on top of a small hill in the city. It was sort of like a "Habitat for Humanity", but with the church involved instead. These homes were different than that of "Habitat for Humanity" in part because they were fully furnished and fully decorated. The people simply just have to move in; they were even given a full wardrobe in their closets - they literally need to come in with nothing more than the clothes on their backs. There were several homes in this community; most were complete, some were still frames waiting to be completed. My wife, Tari, was finishing up decorating one of the bedrooms in one of the homes while I was finishing up the borders near the closet in the same room. We were having a good time. We could see our friends outside through the windows completing other homes. They were having fun as well. Some of them were painting (and getting paint on each other), others were laying foundations, some were hammering, etc. It was a beautiful day; a perfect day to help others with friends.
Out of nowhere we hear screams and loud disturbing noises. We look outside to find a clear sky as all of our friends are screaming, "Run! It's Coming! Run!" Puzzled as to what was going on, through the window we can see all of our friends running while screaming, "Tornado!" and "Take cover!" At this time, Tari and I dropped what we were doing and headed for the door. Clearly we couldn't see the disaster heading our way, but the look of panic and despair on our friends faces, was enough to make us believers. At the same time, Danny (my 2 year old son) comes running in. In shock (and horror) I scream, "Danny, what are you doing here?" He simply replies "No, Dad!" and comes toward me giving me a hug. Tari loses it and begins to cry in panic because our son was there amidst what appeared to be hell unleashing before us. I grabbed him and headed for the door, but from the window I could see that it was too late, the tornado was just outside the window now. The clear skies that embraced us just minutes ago, were gone and covered in darkness that only evil could portray. If we left the home, we surely would be killed by this monstrosity of a tornado. Danny was completely oblivious to what was going on and thinks we're playing a game. Despite the screams of horror going on outside and the destruction devouring them, Danny kept smiling and wanting to play. The sounds of destruction kept getting louder as it kept getting closer. The terrifying screams from our friends could no longer be heard... I no longer even know if any of them are still alive. By looking at Tari I could tell that she was thinking the same thing. With no time to think, I tell her to get in the closet.
I glance out of my driver’s side window
