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The Dream Room |
There was a time when I was in my later years of high school when a certain part of this ozone (paranormal) stuff hit in ever changing ways. It seemed my inner self was reaching out beyond the little world that was me into the wider world that was around me. Sort of a "let the force be with you" kind of era.
A good friend and I had been writing poetry together for a couple of years...sharing those deepest emotions that teenage girls have through our words of poetry. We shared everything with each other, so I figured when this new time in my life hit that it was only normal that it would also be shared.
I guess I have to say that I really missed on that one. When I shared the following things with her, she jumped on that boat with the other folks who thought psychic phenomena had no place in West Texas.
For the rest of the story, click below....
I had three dreams/visions during that time period that all came to pass. While two of them are easy to find on the Internet (as far as seeing an event did happen and then dreaming about it), the other one is more ellusive. Just remember that at the time they happened, the Internet was NOT alive and well and living in West Texas.
All three of these dreams/visions were seen from the same point of view. I was in a house, but only the living room was in the dream. Maybe the living room was the house. It was a long narrow room that had a huge picture window on one side....always to my right as I walked into the dream room. A picture window is a huge single pane of glass. Under the picture window was a plain couch on those little wooden legs. There were no curtains on the window at all. The window looked out over a flat pasture land. Now the pasture land was very familiar to me as it was the same kind of terrain I was on when working cattle. The room, however, was not something I had ever seen. I had seen picture windows in houses, but nothing like this.
In the first dream/vision, I was looking out the window and saw what appeared to be a rocket launch into the air. It climbed gracefully upward, away from dear old Mother Earth. Then there was the sound of an explosion and the rocket made a wide arc (like the cars going over the top of a roller coaster) and headed back towards the ground. There was no smoke or anything, just the noise of the explosion and some stuff flying around in the air. Now we might have been moving towards the 20th century out here.....after all, we did actually have "Star Trek" on television. But I can't say we kept up with the times. I certainly didn't. I didn't read the newspaper unless I had to, and rarely watched the news on television. So while I am sure I must have had some idea there was a space program, it was of such little interest to me that it went straight out the back door of my mind.
When I told my friend about this strange dream, she told me that she thought there was going to be some kind of rocket launch in the near future, and that they were going to send some astronauts into space. I reacted in a way that was not part of the dream. I moved into my gloom and doom mode and told my friend that they had better not send up any people because someone would get hurt. I was surprised at that. Of course I knew what an astronaut was, but they weren't in my dream. It didn't make sense that I would feel the next space mission could be bad for any astronauts.
My friend thought I should call someone and tell them if I thought something bad was going to happen. Now who in the world would I call, and what kind of reaction would I get?! Needless to say, I didn't do anything except go on with my little rat race life. But it was something to think about when a few months later the problems with Apollo 13 came up (April 14, 1970). I don't think any astronauts were hurt, but the rocket thing didn't look too good after the explosion. I do seem to remember watching the news for a while there and hearing something about the problems with shortage of oxygen onboard. I don't know if that is faulty memory or true. I have to say that my best friend seemed to look at me differently after that.
About the same time, I had another dream/vision in that very same living room. I was looking out over the prairie, just enjoying the view when suddenly the clouds began to roll in. It started to rain....just the normal rain, thunder and lightning kind of storm we got quite often in this area. But then the clouds seemed to take on a completely different shape. It was almost as if I could feel the violence in the air. It began to hail. The lightning was almost constant, and the thunder was deafening. All of a sudden, everything stopped! It was quiet and only a bit of rain was spattering on the picture window, but the clouds were all still there.
I looked out towards the horizon and saw a funnel cloud forming. Then it touched down, and things just got crazy from there. A full-blown tornado in all its glory was headed my way! It just kept growing and coming towards my little living room. When it seemed so close that I felt like I could reach out and touch it, I jumped off the couch and tried to climb under it for some protection. Now I have to say that hiding under a couch in front of a picture window is not the best place to be in a tornado. Since this was a dream/vision though, it must have worked. I jolted awake and was all in one piece.
I told my friend about this dream/vision also. She did not take it so lightly as the rocket one. Since we lived in tornado alley, tornadoes were not all that uncommon. Nothing happened within the week, so we kind of forgot about the whole thing.
On May 11, 1970, another friend and I went to Lubbock so she could have a final fitting on her Junior/Senior Prom dress. It was kind of cloudy and the air felt heavy, but there did not seem to be a problem. We got something to eat and were thinking of going to a movie. Something kept nagging at me though. I told her that I really needed to get home. There was not really a reason to need to get home. I just wanted to be away from Lubbock.
We had gotten to the edge of town when the rain started. It was just a normal thunderstorm. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There were still no severe weather watches on the readio. However, by the time we had driven to the next town on our way home, things were quite out of the ordinary. We were in her parent's big, fancy car, thank goodness. It had enough weight to keep us from blowing off the road. Just looking at the clouds scared me silly. I kept begging her to stop at every house and see if they had a storm shelter. She wouldn't. She said it was just a thunderstorm. I was in a panic because I could feel the car "floating" in the wind currents. I was watching the clouds also, and could see the swirling rotation of those clouds. I was really reliving my dream/vision by that time.
We did get home just fine. It took us about 2 or 3 hours to make a trip that normally took about an hour. But we were home and safe. There was not a storm in my hometown, so it looked like everything was fine.
I had more or less dismissed my dream/vision by the time we drove into my driveway. However, my parents came rushing out of the house in a real excited state. They told my friend to hurry home, because her parents were very worried also. They said a tornado had hit Lubbock, and they had all been afraid we had been caught in it.
Indeed it was a tornado! The May 11, 1970, F5 tornado that hit Lubbock, and she and I had gotten out of the area about the time it hit!
Now the third dream/vision is not so clear to me. By that time, it was more or less an unspoken agreement between my close friend and me that I would not share any more dreams or visions. She felt like sharing them made them come true. So the last one I didn't write down or tell her.
The living room of the house, the couch, and the picture window were all the same. This time I saw a thunderstorm again, but it was not so horrific. It was a smaller storm, and the tornado I saw this time went from one side of the window to the other as I looked out on the pasture land. It did not come straight at the house. Seems the direction was different, because I was not involved in the actual incident this time. Yep...this one also came to pass.
There was a graduation ceremony at the auditorium in Whiteface. Now Whiteface was, and still is, a very small community. They didn't even have a traffic light. But graduation in small communities are big events, so there were many people there.
The weather was so good that lots of the folks at the ceremony had left their car windows open a bit so it didn't heat up in the cars so much. Seems those were the folks who still had windows and windshields intact after the tornado. This tornado did not really stay on the ground the whole time. It was one of those that popped in and out of the clouds as the mood moved it. It did get low enough at times to do some damage though.
One of the churches had its roof lifted off the walls and then set back down about 5 inches to one side. There were poles propping the thing up for quite a while until they could get it all repaired. A big grain silo or corncrib (I am not sure what it was used for) was blown to several different locations. Part of if was near the cotton gin, while the top part was across the highway. An old house was removed from its location, except for the bathroom. You could drive down the highway and look into this field and see a restroom sitting out in the field.
I remember hearing from a couple who were at the graduation that when the windows started blowing out of the auditorium, everyone made a dive for under the seats. It reminded me of me diving under the couch in that living room. It gave about as much protection. But nobody was seriously injured, and everyone out here has good automobile insurance for protection from "acts of God". He may not realize this is the Bible belt? LOL
Anyway, I kind of locked the door to that living room after that. I didn't think I liked the things I was seeing as they all seemed pretty devastating to folks. I have not had any more dreams/visions from that room, and don't know if I will ever unlock that particular door again.
All in all, it was pretty interesting, even if it was a bit scary.
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Re: The Dream Room (Score: 1)
by Kira on Saturday, January 24, 2004 @ 23:55:42 CST
(User Info ) | I'm sorry your friend didn't want you to repeat your dream/visions. It had to be hard, not telling. And don't for one minute, believe, because you said these things, that's why they happened!
You have a gift, that if more had, this world wouldn't be as, insane, as it is. It's a higher power!
I lived in Killeen, Texas, '62 &'63. I know exactly, what your talikng about. Bible belt, closed minded people, who think there way of thinking is the only way! HOGWASH! :-)
Your life experiences, are a great insight to the universe! The real way it's supposed to be. Only, humans never got the grasp of it! |
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