Reminder: Buy Tampons

I continue to have dreams about hurricanes/tornado's. I am not sure why. I think it's because I listen to the radio while sleeping and I tend to listen and then dream out what the news is covering that day.

Now I know it's highly unlikely that a hurricane would hit Toronto, but low in behold I see myself looking at a big giant tunnel that suddenly forms in front of my eyes. At that point I have about 30 seconds to run home to safety. I run like the dickens and grab some essentials so I can lock myself up into a basement with food, blankets, tampons, and guns (for the zombies).

The funny thing is, I can't find safety. I can't find an elevator or stairs to get to lower ground. So there I am running around a building (my dreams seem to materialize from my home when I was a youngster which was an apartment building) A building that doesn't have a nice little nook for me to hide. A building that is full of windows like a solarium. There is also a bunch of other people running around in large clumps that remind me of herding sheep into a barn.

The hurricane comes. I close my eyes and pray to live, or die-but quickly. Things pass, and I am alive... I get up along with the rest of the sheep and go outside to survey the damage. Once outside we discover we are in the eye of the storm and things aren't over. Then I wake up.

I could probably end these dreams by just turning off the radio, but believe it or not, my dreams are worse without the radio to keep my brain occupied. Dreams that are probably comparable to the writing of Stephen King, and I am the star.

I could probably attempt to interpret these dreams, but it's probably something about facing a fear or a big giant problem that won't go away, or maybe it's a reminder to stock up on tampons.