What the hell was that all about?

Yesterday afternoon I had a dream where I was in my parents house with my sister, and a MASSIVE tornado formed right around us. You could look out the front and back windows and see the inside wall of it just maybe 20-25 feet away. There was static or lightening popping around on the inside surface, and we were inside it like the eye of a hurricane. I could see out the back window where I was standing, a HUGE tree (that doesn't even exist) fell to the side and crushed a DirecTV satellite dish that was on the ground near where a dog pen is (it's actually on the roof.) Then another fell the opposite way, and a third one that was some distance off fell RIGHT AT ME, and the crown of the tree was RIGHT in front of the window I was standing at, and the damn thing burst into flames.

I yelled at my sister to get down and we both kind of dove for the center of the living room when the power went out and it got darker. Theres more to it, but that's all I remember. I will never in my life forget how small and totally powerless nature made me feel in that dream. It was so cool.

I woke up, and stupidly didn't write anything down, and now all I remember is what I wrote about. And I know that I've forgotten a lot. I dropped my head back down and went right back to sleep. I remember the next dream just as vividly, I was hanging around the docks in Dutch Harbor, Alaska, hoping and begging to get a crab fishing job on the Northwestern. Now, if you haven't seen Deadliest Catch on the Discovery channel, you probably have no idea why this is significant. That boat is a MONSTER, and is the boat to be on out there. They haul it in big time, and the Hansen brothers who run the show seem like really awesome people.

I skulked around the docks right up until they were ready to leave, hoping I could get on that boat. At the last minute, one of the deck hands grabbed something like a cooler, and made room for me to jump on board. (For some reason it went from a gigantic several-hundred-foot fishing boat to like a small three man bass boat, or something just a little bigger.) I climbed on that sucker just as thrilled as I have ever been in my life, I knew where I was going and I was going out with the best to catch me some fuckin crab.

...on a little bass boat. Damn dreams.

I was REALLY kind of heart broken when I woke up. I can't tell you how much I want to go crabbing with those guys on that boat, and I know it'll never happen.

First two dreams I've been able to recall in a long time. Weird.

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