I've never analyzed any of my dreams on the blog but I think this one deserves a response. After thinking about it for a couple days and reading the comment by Lunger I think I will respond.



There is a storm outside and while I'm in the church for some level of protection I can't find it there. I run around checking different rooms to decide if it is a safe place to protect my family. While Tracy, Katie and Christiane are with me I get the sense that Tracy and I are a group and Katie and Christiane are a separate group. Katie and Christiane, not knowing where to run, try to go deeper into church but I tell them that there's no protection there.

Pharaoh is the part of my childhood that I closely relate to. Pharaoh was my childhood. During the years of my youth when I felt I didn't have a place in the house Pharaoh was there. Pharaoh was always Adam's dog more than mine. But when I felt alone at home I started having Pharaoh sleep on my bed. Pharaoh is my fear. I can't afford to be fearful of the storm outside. I have a family to protect. I look down to see Pharaoh trembling at my feet.

Meanwhile dad is outside the church but never enters. He has been running outside the church and is sweaty. I don't know how long he's been running outside the church but he has been doing laps. He is circling my church keeping the danger at bay for me. The tornado avoids the church altogether and it turns out it was just a little one that sounded much bigger than it actually was.

Mom and Katie are in the hallway, Katie is inside Sadie's cage cleaning it thoroughly. Mom is outside directing her with how to clean the cage. Mom is in the church but simply directing others, while keeping them in a cage.

Tracy, Katie, Christiane and myself were in the Arlington church while it was raining. Out of nowhere a horrific sound came from outside and we immediately knew what it was. I looked down and Pharaoh was there. He was trying to run away, as he was always very frightened by storms. I reached down and picked him up because he was trying to run away.

We scrambled around and couldn't find a place that we felt was safe from the tornado. Katie and Christiane started running up the stairs and I told them that higher ground was not safe in tornadoes. I started running toward the back door to look and see if the tornado was even coming close to us. By the time I reached the door it had calmed outside.

As I opened the door dad was standing directly outside, soaking wet. He had been jogging out on the highway when the tornado hit. He explained that it landed out on the service road and went parallel to the church. It was a very small tornado, just a few feet in diameter. I put Pharaoh down and turned to the hallway to my right. There I found mom and Katie with Sadie. The metal crate that Sadie sleeps in was in the hallway and Katie was inside the crate cleaning it.