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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 took his left hand on my right and his right hand on my left. I had him look me in the eyes and told him, "Danny, sing with me." He replied, "OK, Dad."As I spoke those words the tornado began ripping through the house. I began signing as he joined me... "He's got the whole world, in His hands. He's got the whole world, in His hands..." As we sang, the noise began to fade, even though I could still see the destruction through the glass door. Suddenly, from the corner of my eyes, I could see the tornado shredding the house to pieces mercilessly and could see parts of the home bashing against the very weak glass door... but nothing happened to us or the door. Tari opened her now swollen from crying eyes in confusion as she noticed that not only could we not hear any of it, but nothing was breaking the glass or destroying the small closet we were in. She immediately stopped crying and just sat there in amazement that we were not being harmed. Danny and I continued singing. Danny still was calm and completely oblivious to the tornado that was now destroying the very home that we were inside.

Finally, I felt the small closet lift from the ground. Amazingly, we could feel the closet elevating, but in a slow and steady motion no different than an elevator.  Even though the only sound we could hear was that of me and Danny singing, the destruction was still very evident and real.  We could see into the very center of this destruction through the unharmed glass door.  I began to think that now, for sure, our end was near since we were who knows how many feet in the air floating inside the belly of this beast.  Astonished by the view of all this carnage, Tari remained calm and stood up.  As she stood, she stumbled and fell toward me and Danny....

Slowly, I opened my eyes. Daylight had broken through. I look up and see a closet full of clothes. Danny is in my arms resting calmly and peacefully; my lovely wife, Tari, is next to me. "Was I dreaming?" I thought to myself. Then, Tari and Danny woke up. With groggy eyes we all got up and walked out of the glass door closet. I look back and noticed that the glass still didn't have a single scratch on it. Tari grabs my shirt to get my attention and says, "Babe... look" as she pointed to.... nothing. I marveled to see that there was nothing spared. Everything was completely destroyed. No one could have survived that, No one! My son looked up at the sunny blue sky and began singing "He's got the whole world, in His hands..."

I then woke up.