Another night of many hours of sleep after a sleepless week. In the dream, which starts with some nice exotic family vacation, where the whole family(or most of it: me, kids, grandmothers) seems to be together enjoying themselves, but also bickering as usual, the scenery suddenly becomes totally apocalyptic. There is a gigantic sea with multiple towers/lighhouses sticking up from it, everything in shades of beige, as if colours changed from the approaching storm. In the distance a giant tornado seems to be approaching, some people panicking, others thinking we still have time to sit outside eating dinner and sipping cocktails. In my family, nobody besides me seems to realise the approaching danger, they seem oblivious. As I see the tornado still in the distance but rapidly approaching I start shouting at my family that we need to get inside, that only in the basement of the tower underground we will be safe. They reluctantly get in, we start to feel the wind as the first tornado whooshes past the tower shaking everything inside, windows rattling, but nothing falling apart…yet. I fear the next hit will be much stronger and we absolutely need to get underground. Grandmas seem slow and oblivious collecting things they think ar eimportant on the way down. As we’re walking down another wave of tornado hits. The giant one now seems to have split into multiple smaller ones that are going around randomly. My family starts saying that it’s ok, that we will not be affected, that we can come out. reluctantly we resurface and the wind approaches…I wake up. Thinking of making loads of little tornado lamps from lace and wicker.
