One of my first dreams was about tornadoes and had to do with my family and different trials we went through that year. About fall of 2019 I had this longer dream where I was at this food pantry, where they give out free food, and this pastor came up and was telling me how the church was being overwhelmed with new people and it was crazy. I then looked off in the distance and saw this tiny sea of ants, just people from far away, converging on this small country church sitting on top of those beautiful grassy hills. Then it started to rain and everyone around me started to head for shelter. I realized I needed to get to the church as off in the distance I saw a large storm, almost like a mile wide tornado. So I ran as fast as I could and dodged slow moving tornadoes that kept coming for me. Lightening struck and winds howled off in the distance as I neared the church. I had a close call as I got to the door but I made it. As I looked inside I could see a huge potluck line of people waiting to get to the basement. They went up the stairs, through the sanctuary and out the door. These people were talking and couldn’t hear the tornado over the sound. There was no urgency to them and I realized I wouldn’t live once the mile wide tornado got here, as I could feel it was close. I rushed up to the line and dove down the steps as the tornado hit the church. I made it to the safe spot but I woke up and never finished the dream.
Yep, all the tornadoes were trying to stop me from being close to God but it felt like He always gave me a way through but I didn’t always notice. Part of these tornadoes were covid restrictions and just not liking video church but not being able to go physically. Right now I feel like I am at the church doors or just right inside on that timeline. I feel like different events or moments have passed that I can point to the different tornadoes as I ran to the church. When Q says stuff about the storm, I can only think of that mile wide tornado/storm and that people can’t see and are not ready for. Throughout the whole dream from the moment I was talking to the preacher and felt a few rain drops (I didn’t mention that), until the end, I couldn’t stop thinking about the storm and how people are not ready.
One of my first dreams was about tornadoes and had to do with my family and different trials we went through that year. About fall of 2019 I had this longer dream where I was at this food pantry, where they give out free food, and this pastor came up and was telling me how the church was being overwhelmed with new people and it was crazy. I then looked off in the distance and saw this tiny sea of ants, just people from far away, converging on this small country church sitting on top of those beautiful grassy hills. Then it started to rain and everyone around me started to head for shelter. I realized I needed to get to the church as off in the distance I saw a large storm, almost like a mile wide tornado. So I ran as fast as I could and dodged slow moving tornadoes that kept coming for me. Lightening struck and winds howled off in the distance as I neared the church. I had a close call as I got to the door but I made it. As I looked inside I could see a huge potluck line of people waiting to get to the basement. They went up the stairs, through the sanctuary and out the door. These people were talking and couldn’t hear the tornado over the sound. There was no urgency to them and I realized I wouldn’t live once the mile wide tornado got here, as I could feel it was close. I rushed up to the line and dove down the steps as the tornado hit the church. I made it to the safe spot but I woke up and never finished the dream.
That's a pretty crazy dream. Have you thought much about what it might mean?
Yep, all the tornadoes were trying to stop me from being close to God but it felt like He always gave me a way through but I didn’t always notice. Part of these tornadoes were covid restrictions and just not liking video church but not being able to go physically. Right now I feel like I am at the church doors or just right inside on that timeline. I feel like different events or moments have passed that I can point to the different tornadoes as I ran to the church. When Q says stuff about the storm, I can only think of that mile wide tornado/storm and that people can’t see and are not ready for. Throughout the whole dream from the moment I was talking to the preacher and felt a few rain drops (I didn’t mention that), until the end, I couldn’t stop thinking about the storm and how people are not ready.