Storms

Last night I had the first tornado dream that I've had in a long, long time. In the dream, I was at home getting ready for work. I'd just let the dogs out, and when I looked up at the sky through the blinds, I could see a funnel cloud forming in the clouds. I was terrified and started fumbling with the door lock to get it open. I screamed upstairs for Wes and his grandma to get into a bathroom or something to be safe, and I hurried into the downstairs bathroom with the puppies. Then Wes and his grandma (who is living with us at the moment) came down and got into the bathroom as well. Wes had turned the TV on with the volume up really loud so that we could hear weather updates even in the bathroom with the door shut. Not long after, my alarm went off.

Steal My Sunshine

I've had two dreams recently with John (my dad)'s dad in them. It's strange because he's not really someone who crosses my mind often. Then last night I had one with him, then woke up, then went back to sleep and had a tornado dream. My painting teacher a couple years ago said that tornado dreams are about emotional disturbance and that he's found that most of the students he's had to visit that theme in their dream painting (generally the final assignment for his intro to painting class) have had problems with emotional abuse in the past. That pairing of dreams is disconcerting to me. I don't know if it has to do with something I'm not dealing with or with his actual health. I know it's been failing over the last year. He's a horrible old man. At least he always was. Maybe in his twilight years he's taken note of how he's treated people and is changing. I don't know. I don't really care to know anymore than I cared to know with John. As much as I hated John at various times, I know where he learned it. I know he cold his coldness and his cruelty and his desire to put on a happy public face instead of making a truly happy home from his parents. It's what they've always done. He came by it honestly.