I had an interesting dream about a tornado. It was inside my childhood bedroom and I was lying on the bed with my mother. We were smoking and blowing the smoke toward the center of the room.
The ceiling fan began to whip up the smoke in a funnel, but the funnel was bright pink and purple. It was twisting very slowly and I thought it was beautiful and mesmerizing, but my mom said it was toxic, and that we should open the window and let it out.
Could this be a representation of what I know my mom feels about my new bad habit of smoking, or could it be something else?? At any rate, it was a cool dream, don’t you think?
—Jillie, Age 24, Married, Female, Misawa, JAPAN