Red Dream Tornadoes

More weird dreams last night. I mean, weird dreams are typical for me, and I always feel a bit better after getting them typed out, hence my always putting them here.

Theme 1: tornadoes
I dreamt I was in a wide bus looking out the window, and everywhere I looked I saw funnel clouds turning into full-fledged tornadoes. As they spun and touched down, the tornadoes began to glow red inside. The bus kept rolling through city streets, and sometimes when we came near a tornado the bus would lift up slightly, and come back down. We turned a corner we came upon a street red with blood and littered with body parts. I felt that it was horrible, but it was a natural result of the tornadoes. I found myself in a parking lot, and kept looking for my car but couldn’t find it. One of the tornadoes must have gotten it, but I didn’t feel all that bad about it.

Theme 2: public execution
I dreamt there was a hall or ballroom—I could see it but I wasn’t actually there. Women dressed like nuns formed two lines facing one another. Another line of people reached through the line on one side and snapped the necks of the women in the other line; I felt that part of the punishment these women were suffering was that they didn’t know if they were the line to live or die. The surviving women caught the dead women in their arms, and held them like infants, smiling. In another synchronized movement, they turned and offered the bodies as gifts to another nation. My thought was “the women are more valuable dead than alive.”

Theme 3: fugitive
I dreamt that I was an agent for another country, and I was close to being discovered. I was on the run. I was driving. I sought out an old friend, and stayed at their place—some old house with many rooms. I felt like the friend was expecting more from the arrangement than I intended, and I didn’t feel I could trust them.

I know I’m getting stressed about my project, and so I don’t think my brain shut down last night. Now I’m waiting to add a reagent at 11:45PM, so I’m kinda here until then. Weirdness.