Park Dog's Dream

In this dream, I was working at Dobbs and for some reason I was close to one of the old buildings on campus that was open but not being used. The sky was heavy with thunderstorm clouds, and I saw two tornados whirling in the distance. I could tell by watching them that they were heading right toward the campus. They moved toward me rapidly, right at the building where I was. Even though the building was old, it was one of the buildings built like a fortress, so I went inside and found a good sized bathroom with a row of sinks along the east wall. I stashed my guitar, which until then I didn’t realize I had, under the sinks to protect it. Then I heard a "freight train noise" – subdued but clear – behind me. When I turned, I saw a tornado had also been approaching from behind me. As I stood watching, the tornado came right into that bathroom and slowly crossed the floor within three or four feet of me, paused just a moment, and then passed out the other side through the wall at the row of sinks where I has stashed my guitar.

I went out of the room to see if I could see where it was headed, and I saw the tornado turn around and come through the building again, this time about 10 or 12 feet away from me. It passed along the floor, whirling and grinding, and melted through the wall. After the tornado passed out of the room, I saw one of my Dobbs boys. He looked frightened and when he saw me, he came over to me.

Then we heard the "freight train" sound again and I knew that tornado – or another one – was heading for us again. I grabbed the kid by his arm and we went into the bathroom again. This time as the tornado melted through the wall into the bathroom, a large piece of something like peg board, except it didn’t have any holes in it, gently fell on top of us, covering us. As we were under the board, I could feel that tornado making its away along that piece of board. I could feel the board rumbling with the power of that churning wind as it gently buzzed and bounced above us. I could hear the "freight train" noise clearly. I knew trying to say anything to the kid under the board with me was useless, so we just lay there as the tornado pass over use.

Then the tornado cleared the board, paused for a minute or two in the middle of the bathroom floor – like it was just dancing for my entertainment – and drifted toward the wall where the sinks and my guitar was, melted through the wall, and then turned around for another pass. It came back through the bathroom, across the floor, and over the board that lay on top of us. I again heard the deafening "freight train," felt the tornado rumbled slowly over us, and then everything got still as the rumbling and noise ended. As I pushed the board off us, I discovered that the person under the board was not one of my Dobbs boys, but Sandra.

Throughout this entire ordeal with the tornadoes, I never felt afraid. I watched these giant storms churn past me with a detached interest, sort of like thinking to myself, "Well, this is interesting."

As soon as the last tornado passed and I discovered that my wife Sandra, who has suffered with cancer, had been under the board with me, I woke up.
The dream was a revelation that God would had protected us through the first two rounds of her treatment (chemotherapy and surgery) and would protect us through the next two rounds (bone marrow transplant and radiation).