I saw the dust start to swirl around in circles. Then those swirls got larger and larger, until I knew for sure that it was a tornado. I sprinted toward the house, the growing tornado just twenty yards behind me. Just as I stepped onto the porch, its roof fell apart above my head, nearly landing on me as I fell to the ground. As I tried to push the roof out of the way, I turned to see the tornado bearing down on me. I realized that I couldn't get inside in time, so I curled up to fight the pain and embrace death....
I have many such dreams. Every once in a while, they involve tornadoes. But usually, they just involved being chased by people who intend to do me harm for reasons unjust and irrational. And usually, the general atmosphere is that I am hunted. In other words, I am pursued by a higher power or government. Regardless of the content, dreams such as these generally follow the same sort of themes: I am trying to escape something that intends to do me harm.
I think that these dreams indicate a predisposition I have. I long for adventure and excitement, but, more than that, I desire adversity and persecution. There's something deep inside me that longs to endure trials of any sort. Something about me wants to fight the storm.
And honestly, I think that's how I'll die. It might not actually be due to a storm or malicious pursuers, but I doubt it will be a natural death. I think I'll die fighting something - whether it's fires, crime, the powers of nature, or a power that wishes dead those who believe a certain way.
And I'm fine with that. I almost welcome it. Somehow, it seems like my purpose. In some ways, I'm living for the storm.
