I haven’t yet talked about dreams in the blog, which is interesting since throughout the years I’ve a number of significant dreams that have either come true or have had some sort of significant symbolism to my life. Perhaps I haven’t mentioned it because nothing in that nature has really stood out since I began this blog, the last related event being a house that we walked into for an investigation back in January that was straight out of a dream I had sometime in the middle of last year. This time was a little different.
At some lucid point during the middle of Tuesday night/Wednesday morning I had a dream about my old hometown of Westfield, Massachusetts. It wasn’t a very significant dream. I was simply driving up and down Route 20, aka East Main Street, reminiscing about the shopping centers that had been closest to my home and stopping at a gas station (it would have been Merit back in the day) to fill up. I stood in the gas station lot for a few moment and gazed south. When I got back in the car I began driving east toward Little River Road, and again I gazed south. By now, you’re probably scratching your head and saying, “So what?”
That day, Westfield, Massachusetts, got hit with one of the tornadoes that ripped through the state. In fact, it pummeled the area near my old neighborhood. Driving down the hill from my old house you would hit Pontoosic Rd., which is now closed, littered with fallen trees and downed power lines from what I hear. Shaker Road along my old school bus route is also closed due to significant property damage, and a newer school in the neighborhood (not built when I lived there — we were shipped clear across town for some reason) had part of its roof ripped off.
These details came to me later. I first read specifics about the city of Springfield getting hit yesterday, and on Boston.com there was a nice map graphic showing where the tornadoes touched down. My eyes widened when I saw the little twister icon in the southeast corner of Westfield. So I started searching around for Westfield tornado information and discovered user submitted photos on MassLive.com. The first one I came across for Westfield was that of a large funnel cloud back in the trees somewhere behind what had once been the bowling alley… taken from East Main Street… gazing south.
So what does it all mean? My dream did not warn me of tornadoes imminently bearing down upon my old neighborhood later that day. I was simply tooling around the old strip and thinking fondly of yesteryear, so I will not look deeper into this than what it is. I also do not think it is coincidence since similar dream incidents have happened to me in the past, albeit portrayed more accurately in the forthcoming events. For now I will make note of it and keep it in a collection of these dream phenomena. Some time down the road when I have more information and incidents to examine I’ll be able to make better sense of it all.
In the meantime, my prayers go out to those families in the area that were affected. May the cleanup and restoration of power and other services be swift.