Tossing and turning

Date: 3/29/2020

I was outside at night and a tornado was coming. I was trying to get something out of a van and find shelter. Random belongings of mine kept popping up that I felt needed saving. There was a mobile home but I didn’t want to go in. The tornado picked me up and I saw myself and my surroundings lifted into the sky. I knew I’d die when I hit the ground. I was watching a girl being hugged by a death reaper. She was on death’s side but was afraid to die. Death tricked her into dying by choice. She was on his lap.. her face melted like black and red wax or wilting red roses and she was enveloped by him. She looked afraid at the last second. I was walking inside an industrial type men’s home. They were abusing the men severely and the facilities were a nightmare. There was a bathing room with a tub in the middle with men walking constantly around it rotating. In the dream I believed it had dead men in it. I was inside a room. I saw someone outside a window. I crawled on the floor to lock the door. Then heard the stranger trying to get in. They still come in. I try to hide under a pile of blankets and laundry. It’s a rapist that looks like someone I once knew. Previous night’s dream: I was watching three identical black girls who were rail thin, dance on sandy ground. They were hairless and nude. They grabbed handfuls of sand and ground it into their bodies. The three women moved in unison. The sand eventually made them look gray and I could see a bright red trickle of blood in the crease of the front woman’s female parts. The red blood was shocking, visceral, and anatomical. The women were in agony and I felt like crying. I felt like I identified with what was happening to their bodies.