i again dreamed of tornadoes. i’d been living in the city and in the middle of the night i was up and wandering. eventually i went home and just as i got in the door there were bad storms. i somehow knew there were tornadoes out in back of the house. i walked down a side walkway and out to see that behind my city home were open, plowed fields and in the sparse light i could barely make out three enormous tornadoes silently tearing their way across the field only a few yards away from me. the biggest one was the one i felt fear about but it had already spun past. the remaining two were following its path and weren’t much smaller. they were nasty, dirty ones, all of them, deadly-looking. i thought in the dream that i was awake and really seeing them. i thought to myself, if this were a dream, i could jump thru them and into another place, but it isn’t, so what Can i do? and then i put my hands in prayer position and bowed to them.