The past two nights, my dreams have been filled with nightmares that all revolve around a vengeful Mother Nature. Two nights ago, I dreamt I was back in Cape Cod with the W girls, except the flat expanse of endless beach resembled the Bahamas. The girls were exploring the fine sand while I was (of course) taking pictures of a wall of sea-green tide. Somehow, it had swelled up to the size of a 3-story cliff, and without warning, began to crash down on all three of us. We survived it but the fear I felt as I realized in the dream that it was going to come down was overwhelming, and very, very real.
Then last night, I dreamt I was at home, except somehow our house had turned into a Southern-style ranch with a large front porch. The weather forecast had said it was going to rain, but I was looking towards the door where bright sunlight streamed through and felt confused. All of a sudden, it was as if someone shut off the sun – dark clouds rolled in, and strong gusts of wind began tearing down street lights, electrical wires, and the roof over the front porch. My parents and I watched in horror as I asked them what would happen if the roof ripped off, as it surely seemed that way from how the wind was attacking everything else around us.
I wonder what this all means.
