I'm in the high rise apartment building again. I must be on the 30th floor or so. I have an unobstructed 360 degree view of the city. There are no walls. Every outer wall is made of glass. It is a sunny day. No clouds, just bright blue skies for as far as I can see. And then suddenly, with absolutely no warning at all, the sky is filled with menacing cyclones, spiraling toward me at an alarming rate. Not just one or two, but at least 20 tornadoes fill the sky and all I can do is wait and watch in horror as their devastation becomes imminent. There are no rooms for me to hide in, no shelter in sight. Just me in this big empty room surrounded by glass walls. I know that this will surely be my end.
The dream is the same every time. I don't know how I get to this apartment. I don't know what I dream about before this one begins. I'm just suddenly there and I'm very afraid. And then as quickly as it started, it ends. The tornadoes never reach me. They come very close, and then somehow, I pull myself out of the dream. I have had this dream countless times over the past 20 years or so.
I've looked it up in a dream book before. The book said something like I feel that my life is out of control. When I have the dream, I don't feel like that at all. My 7 year old niece has the same dream. In her dream, she is also in a glass room and there are several tornadoes flying through the air. I don't think that a 7 year old really feels that their life is out of control, but who knows.
I have another recurring dream. In this one, I am in my Aunt Barbara's house, or rather it looks like that on the outside, but once I go in, it is different. It is an old house, probably built in the 1920's. As I enter the house, the stair way is in front of me, that remains the same as the real house. To the left is a large room that looks to be a ball room. It is long with a beautiful hard wood floor and grand windows along the outer walls. The room is empty except for a grandfather clock at the far corner of the room. I always go to this clock and open the bottom door where the pendulum would be. I bend down and look inside and know that I have found the secret door again. I crawl through and upward and find myself in a part of the house that very few others know about. I feel safe here, but I'm not really sure what it is. I don't do much once I'm there, I just kind of look around and feel excited that I have found the secret place.
Sometimes in the dream, instead of going to the ballroom, I climb the stairs. Where as my Aunt Barbara's house only had two floors, this one has several. But every time I try to go to the third floor or above, the floor changes and becomes very unsteady. I do make my way very carefully through some of the rooms though. They are beautiful, but empty, and I always wonder why someone doesn't fix the floors so these rooms can be enjoyed.
I have no idea what the dream is all about either. It is much more detailed than that at times, but those things remain a constant. When I visit Indiana, I am often tempted to go to my aunt's old house and knock on the door and see if the current owners would let me in so I could investigate. They wouldn't think I was too crazy, would they?
Do you have recurring dreams/nightmares. Have you looked them up? Do you make sense of them at all? Can you control your dreams? I'd like to know!