I used to dream about natural disasters.
I'd be in the Columbia River Gorge when all the dams broke and I'd be one of the people screaming and running for higher ground while a wall of water rushed down the canyon towards me.
Then I'd dream that I was standing outside of Madras, OR, watching a wall of molten rock and smoke and fire roar towards me in the bare seconds after Mt. Jefferson blew up in my dreams.
In another dream, there were fantastic earthquakes. Great chasms were opened in the earth and I was hugging my baby sister and praying while we fell and fell and fell.
Then I learned that having dreams of natural disasters was your mind's way of dealing with the fear of losing control over your life. At the time, that was exactly my fear.
I haven't had those dreams for a while now. Thank our Lord!
