Annual Tornado Nightmare

So every once in a while, typically when I'm in the midst of some sort of emotional crisis, I have a nightmare about either the End of the World (think- Armageddon type visual effects) or Tornadoes. I'm terrifed of tornadoes, always have been.

Anyways, since I've been in the midst of a pretty severe internal emotional crisis-- covering everything from money, career, baby-making/husband-wanting? futures, losing best friends, other best friends moving out of state....well it's been a bad past couple of days. My brain is flitting from one feeling to another, and I find myself not being able to concentrate because I'm in "flight mode" (from Fight-or-Flight psychology). I have images of just staying on 315 south, hitting 71 south and keep driving until I reach Georgia. Yea, it's THAT time of year for me.

At any rate, I had this crazy dream last night, that I was loading up a bus full of teens (that work at the library) and library co-workers. We were going to a fancy hotel in some (unknown to me) city with huge beautiful buildings. We were having some sort of celebration, because in the hotel restaurant, everyone from the library was getting ready for the event. And all of them were wearing red Library of the Year t-shirts, only these t-shirts had long sleeves and ON the long sleeves there was an image of my high school mascot, Quaker Sam. (I know- weird. Our mascot was a Quaker, peace-loving pious people, but we were calling the Fighting Quakers-- supreme oxymoron, but I digress.)

All of the sudden, while the LOTY t-shirt wearing clan is readying the restaurant for our "celebration," enormous boulders start piercing the building causing huge gaps in the walls of the structure. I mean, these boulders (or meteors?) were the size of HOUSES. No one would listen to me when I told them to get out of the building. Everyone was just going about their business before the celebration, folding napkins while I was screaming at them to get out of the building.

THEN I find myself looking out of one of the gaping holes in the hotel and see numerous tornadoes in the distance. Again, I'm trying to corral everyone into a basement, or at least FIND a basement in the hotel, which I am attempting to do while scaling the walls of the elevator shaft.

I woke up extra early because I couldn't take anymore of this dream. It was awful.

My interpretation?

My subconscious is overwhelmed with work....and mainly I feel a complete and utter loss of control over everything (tornadoes...) and I feel like no one's listening to me.

Great, huh.

More later.