About two weeks ago I had a dream that I just can’t get out of my head. I dreamt that I was at my parent’s home. (Both are deceased) They seemed to be in their 50’s, and I was my actual age now, which is 40. Every time I dream of them, they are the same as in life, but yet slightly different. I can’t explain it or put it into words. Just different.
In the dream my father beckoned me to come outside. It was dusk and the sky was rapidly growing dark. He pointed to the sky and said look. Above us I saw several silver spirals swirling.
See it he said. Those are portals opening.
Then my mother directed me to look at another portion of the sky. There I saw a massive tower, much like that in the Tarot, and it was crumbling.
See the tower my mother said.
Then I woke up. It was around 2 am. I automatically reach for my phone to see if something in the news pointed to our world falling apart. Nothing more than usual. But I wonder. I wonder, I fear, and I seethe with anger.