Unless you’re living under a rock, you have undoubtedly heard about the category 5 typhoon that crumbled the Philippines. If you would like to make a donation, think about Doctors without Borders, the Red Cross, or for animals – International Fund for Animal Welfare.
A few days before the typhoon hit I had a dream – I’d like to tell you what I remember.
The dream took place about 4 years from now. I was doing pretty well for myself. My son (who was 17 in the dream) and I were on an island – I guess we had a home there. A typhoon was on its way – it shifted course at the last-minute and instead of barely missing the island, it was going to hit head on. It was a category 5. People were scrambling to get off the island – but there were only so many seats left on the planes.
My son and I were going to take off in my plane (could seat 12 plus pilot, co-pilot, and flight attendant). As we were approaching it – I looked at him and said, lets see if we can find 10 people with children that we can fly out with us. We agreed that children was a condition. So we found a family – mom, dad, and two young girls. Then we found a group of children who were there as a special educational trip from their school. There were 5 children and one pregnant teacher.
I pulled the father aside from the family and said – hey – you and I need to stay here. The pregnant teacher and one of the students had to get on. The father was an accountant and not too sure about the idea. He thought about it for a few minutes and then agreed.
When he went to tell his wife and I went to tell my son – there were not too many happy people in that group. The wife asked if she could stay with her husband and I told her that the girls needed to make sure one parent made it. My son started to argue that point and I reminded him that his dad was back in Ohio.
Giving my son a great big hug and kiss – and letting him know how much I loved him. I sent him onto the plane with a reminder to call grandma to let her know what was going on and to feed the animals.
We watched the plane take off. Once he couldn’t see it any more – he asked — now what? I asked him if he’d ever watched Die Hard? He looked at me with an odd look on his face and answered yes. I told him that we’re in survival mode and to think like him.
With that I woke up.
I remember thinking in the dream that we were to head back to my house. It’s deep in the island, rather far up in the hills (I had a geologist map out the best place for me to build a house on the island) that is supposed to withstand some pretty crappy weather. Not sure though if it was built for this.
I do not have cable, so I have to head to CNN or my mother to find out the news. Two days later is when I heard about the typhoon heading to the Philippines.
I usually have dreams about tornadoes – three tornadoes at a time are usually heading towards wherever I’m at. Me and big wind — I’d really love to stop that!
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