“To see dark or stormy clouds in your dream symbolize depression or anger. It indicates an impending eruption of emotions. Alternatively, it represents a lack of wisdom or confusion in some situation. Thus, the dream may be a metaphor for your “clouded” way of thinking.”- dreammoods.com
That definition perhaps covers the makeup of the dream and what it’s telling me. I’m pretty much depressed and angered over what’s going on with my blog. My posts have been erratic due to one thing or another; however, the end of the dream has shown me a way. It took me days to decipher the dream, although right now is not the time to break down the full meaning in this post.
Thursday, September 4, 2014; Unconscious dreaming
I was driving up a steep black top grade just after sunset. At the crest, the road made a hard left into an empty parking lot. The parking lot looked new; a recent rain had left its deep blackness polished in a thin sheen. The parking lot was large, and every five spaces were separated by an oval median. In the center of the median grew a small red oak tree. I pulled into a center spot that overlooked a city. The lot was at a higher elevation than the surrounding city, which stretched miles into the horizon. The most astonishing thing was a cloud growing over the city.
The cloud already covered nearly three-quarters of the sky. It rose out of the west like an ash plume from a volcano but held the billowy cumulonimbus shape. The base of the cloud ran along the horizon and widened as it got higher. The edges slowly rolled out along the upper atmosphere while long wispy-bluish horsetail clouds streamed ahead. As the sun dropped behind the horizon, its light set the cloud ablaze in fluorescent reds and deep dark oranges, which moved and changed as the cloud grew. Even the inner areas of darkness had a faint glow.
The open sky on three sides bordering between the black night and deep blue of the dusk, allowed 13 bright stars to twinkle down. From behind me, overhead flew an airliner climbing into the air, its direction taking it toward the cloud. The wing tips of the airliner were turned upward and rose high above the fuselage. The tips of the wings and its tail came into contact with the edge of the cloud. Golden sparks flew out from the tips of each, lighting off something in the clouds make up. This did not affect the plane as it rose higher, leaving trenches dug into the cloud. The plane came to the main body of the cloud and seemed to punch though, leaving an imprint of its shape.
Just before the cloud’s edges reached the stars, its growth stopped and almost immediately it began to roll back. The horsetail streamers evaporated, and the main body began to decrease in size in the direction of the already set sun. As it shrank, its billowy shape wrinkled like a deflating balloon. Collapsing in on itself, the last rays of the fading sunlight were released across the sky. As it got down to covering just a quarter of the sky, hard edges from the horizon up, appeared to take shape. The forming edges fanned out, becoming rough looking petals.
The rich fluorescent colors of red and orange stayed upon its surface but now held a painted look. The thin edges of the petal shapes spread vertically miles high, and the cloud took on a solid shape. The last of the sun’s rays caught the edges, bringing them alive with sparkles of sunlight throwing off multiple colors. The shape was now a familiar one, that of a fan coral found in oceans. Although I could not see the backside, I could image the light display being cast upward due to the rays shining into the heavens. Soon all the light faded and nothing more of the cloud, turned a fan-coral, could be seen but its silhouette. The same thirteen stars remained, and that was the last I recall.