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Although this dream occurredover threeyears ago, it is still so vivid to me it could have happened last night. Given the questionable time continuum thing,what is relevant when? Itrust it is acceptable and appropriate to share it here and now.
I'm in my car driving what seems to be a mostly familiar highway, divided, four lanes, with a grassy median ( not an Interstate). I'm on a rise with an expansive view of the lay of the land, somelow rolling hills are up ahead. There are wide swaths of golden grass lining the highway and then big trees on both sides,tall healthy pine trees. It isa gorgeous forest to behold. Everything about the setting is idyllic. It is a beautiful sunny day. The sky is clear and bright blue and to my upper right line of sight three large distinct clouds float above this scene. It all feels sublime. There are two cars in front of me some distance away and there are other cars traveling on the opposite side. Everything to this point is visual.
Suddenly, in succession,two of the massive clouds drop like stones with a sound that roars and reverberates beyond descriptive decibels. The sight is incomprehensible, the shockwaves immediate, the noise and physical reaction stupefying. As one, all traffic stops. Utter terror and disbelief is sensed telepathically. The radio spontaneously beginsbroadcasting a national emergency blah, blah, blah.As I awaken with a start and a rapid heartrate, the bellowing echo of that sound isvibrating through me. It took some time to calm down.
Postscript: About three weeks later I dreamedI wasin a different car as a passenger in the back seat. Don't know who was driving or who else was there. I just know what I saw out the side window. At first the scene was like awinding mountain roadgoing through a wooded area. Then as if a line had been drawn, everything was a doomscape. Black, charred tree trunks,no vegetation. Gray ash swirling vortexes undulating around the stumps and stubble. The air looked brown. I first thought of a forest fire. Then with great clarity it came to me this wasa place where a cloud had fallen.