Drifting Through Chaos

Date: 1/15/2019

My dreams were oddly scattered and not really coherent last night. I’ll do my best to make sense of them: I see a weather graphic. I’m watching an animation of a hurricane traveling up the west coast of South and Central America , toward my location in California (I don’t live in California). On closer inspection, Costa Rica is being brutally destroyed. I’m in a town square area at night, slowly floating around. Christmas lights surround me, but an electrical problem is making each strand buzz and blink on and off at random intervals. I drift slowly like a balloon around the square. There’s a feeling as if this is the calm before the storm. I drift over to a commercial airline that’s parked on top of train tracks. It seems to be hovering there, and when I grab hold of it, the whole thing begins to tip from my weight. Everyone on board gasps, but they are amused like it’s a thrill ride. I start speaking to them like an announcer. (I can’t remember what I said.) I end up under the plane near the landing gear, sort of talking to myself and the passengers about what I might do. Then, I’m hovering through a dark valley at night. The storm is ravaging this small town at the bottom of the valley. Some commentary is said about “thoughts and prayers go out to the people of Wilmington” and I watch as 50 or so people bow in prayer on a hilltop, overlooking the town. I slowly and silently drift past them. (Wilmington, NC is definitely not in a valley, nor on the west coast!) I have no idea what any of this means. Through the chaos, it all felt pretty calm.