OMG a Twister

Dreams Unfolding

I’m working at a laptop at a desk in a public trailer.  I’m in Evanston , Ill, where I lived about twenty years ago.  A group of women show up and they seem uncertain about my presence.  I show them my key and they back off.  Talking to them I notice some severe weather heading in from the West.  Immediately I recognize a tornado threat.  I try to get information on-line without success.  I head out to go back to our apartment which is about a mile to the South.  Suddenly, I sense an the approach of a twister.  It seem to be coming directly at my location and I decide to retreat, not move forward.  After it passes I work my way through the rubble and eventually make it back to our apartment.  My wife and son are unaware that the tornado passed and are enjoying some lemonade on the porch.   

my response:

As I work at the laptop in the dream, it has the feel of my current working practice, though the location is one from my past.  The women who present me with the “who are you and what are you doing here” quiz seem to personify for me an unaddressed chorus of inner doubts as I’ve worked my way out into the social media platform.  Here they are shown that the access is legit.  Have I accepted that to be the case?

The approaching and passing tornado demonstrates the implicit power of nature, both as it exists in the natural world and as it can be experienced in the psyche.  My desire to reconnect with the family as the storm approaches almost leads to my doom.  There seems to me a lesson of not bringing the fears of the storm back into the home, it seems here OK they are unaware of what almost occurred…

Last weekend I had the opportunity to view the path a tornado ripped through a forty-five mile stretch of New Hampshire last July.  It is impossible to see such destruction without what Jung called a response to the numenous, or what typically in our on-line vocabulary gets expressed as OMG.