Dreamt I was in a city, a big clean city by the beach. I climbed out onto the rocks near the beach and clinged to a narrow peak and could see the city and the ocean. I had just seen the trailer for 127 Hours that very day, but the dream was much more positive than that. While clinging to this peak I saw a twister in the air, spiraling white clouds maybe gray. It came to me and enveloped me and I hung on with all I had. The wind died down and I had survived.
Then all the animals and birds came to me as if I had passed some test that made me one with nature. Among the beasts were two friendly giants in animal skins and clubs. They must've been 30-50 feet tall, and they were below me, so I must've been pretty ... high. The dream left me with a great feeling of elation almost more so than my recurring flying dreams.
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