Dream: Storm is Coming

I was in Cumming, GA (my hometown) for a speaking event. Actually, it was not me that was speaking but friends who were with me visiting.

One lady from our group was the one to speak at my old Country Club. As she began, one of the guys with us came up to me and showed me the radar on his phone. The weather channel has this gradient of colors, and the storm that was on his radar was completely black – as bad as it gets.

He said that he was leaving and suggested that I do the same.

I could see the rivers were rising – even before the storm came, but I knew that the storm had to come before the rivers would really rise.

Me and the dude went down to where my old house was. I walked up to it. The yard was completely gone. It was dirt – even in the back. It was all finely-groomed and raked dirt.

And, no one was home.

So, I went in. The house was bare. Nothing on the walls. And, the floor was dirt too. I went up stairs, and the floors were dirt there as well.

Suddenly, there were workers working on the walls.

I noticed a shelf with several blankets on them. There were a couple of Georgia Bulldog blankets and a few afghans that my grandmother made for me. All were mixed red, white and black colors. I knew that they were mine. I touched them and checked them out and then left them there to go back outside.

I couldnt find my buddy and assumed that he went over to a neighbor’s house a couple of doors down. I didn’t see him, but I did see droves of people walking in lines to escape the coming storm. I could see the river rising out of the corner of my eye. It was slow and powerful. But, it still was not yet raining.

I started back up towards the club house and came to a security guard lady. She suggested that I cross the river. It was the name of a river in Virginia, but I dont recall it. I asked her how the Chattahoochee was doing (that is the river native to Atlanta). She said that she came across that river to us. So, I kept walking.

When we got there, the river was as high as the bridge. We werent sure about crossing.

The next thing that I remembered, it was pouring out, and our gang was in a twin engine plane taking off out of there.