Dream Job and The Great Gig In The Sky

  For years I had always said that when I start dreaming about work it would be time to quit my job.

  In my dream I am called to come back to work at my old job, a lumber mill of sorts. I go in and begin to cut lumber. I had made a couple of cuts when my boss comes up to me and informs me that I had just cut the last piece of wood, that the shop was shutting down. I guess they had figured that they were giving me some sort of honor. I felt rather sad over this, it almost felt like the loss of a friend.

  The truth is I had rather a love hate relationship with this place and with some of the people. Since me leaving this place I have had a few dreams related to the job but it had always been about one of the employees, I had become close with and had known since I had started there many years ago. In fact we were the only two original employees left at the time of my leaving. We had even outlasted the original management.


  I lived in the Mid-West for a long number of years, a displaced Southern boy. I have seen my share of hurricanes, up close and personal, but never in all my years of living in Missouri had I seen a tornado.

  My youngest brother and I were walking in what appeared to be a tunnel of some kind ( I think a train tunnel), it felt cave like, as we approached the mouth of this tunnel I started getting a strange feeling. Something dangerous, something really bad. The sky was full of heavy clouds, they sped across the sky in an ominous way. The wind blew across a vast field of wheat. I knew that we needed to stay in the cave but we began to walk out into the field anyway. We got a few yards into the wheat, the wind began to race, the sky was churning and spinning. A funnel started to form. It was time to run back for tunnel. The suction of the forming tornado was making it hard to make it back to the cave. We struggled but made it. I looked back outside and saw that the sky was full of forming tornadoes, the biggest of which was headed straight for where we were. It was like it had an intelligence. I led us a little further back into the tunnel, like we had to hide from it. I could see it coming at us through the tunnel entrance and followed it with my eyes, like I could see through the rock. as I followed the twisters path I saw that the roof of the tunnel was full of holes, big ones. It was like rotting tarpaulin on a wooden frame. The walls were still of stone. We were on our backs huddled against the wall. The tornado was near on top of us. The end of the twister dropping down at us through the ceiling looked like black putrid mud, thin bright red veins ran through it, like they had molten fire running through them. We braced in terror for what we thought was coming. As the deadly end of the tornado dropped in through the ceiling it came in contact with the walls of the cave and would get trapped, the muddy end solidifying on contact, pieces would break off and the spinning end would get caught again on the wall. It tried to get at us but continued getting trapped by the tunnel walls. Everything goes black like I had passed out from fear. Waking up to a real Florida storm going on outside of my home.


 Do you dream in color or black and white, or possibly both? Have you ever had both occur in one dream?