A Dream

I'm a vivid dreamer. I always have been. There are seasons where I dream very little and then there are seasons where I dream often. Sometimes they are nightmares or plain nonsense. Sometimes I feel like they are messages from God; encouragements, or warnings, or messages for others. I've woken up in cold sweats, tears, and in states of pure joy and bliss. I had a dream this morning and it left such an imprint on me I had to write it down: 

I was preparing to take my son on a fieldtrip. Like usual (as in the conscious world) I was rushing to get things done so I could leave but I was late. I only had a couple of minutes to leave but decided to turn on the TV and check the weather channel to see if my choice of clothing was weather appropriate. On the TV screen I see the weather man reporting on a lightning storm happening in another part of the city. What I saw was stunning. The beautiful bolts of lightning looked as if they were searching for something to strike if only to create its intense light. As I watched, the lightning intensified and the bolts became more frequent and concentrated. The sky was a cavernous indigo with flaky edges of eggplant purple. I stared and was rendered immobile at what my eyes saw.  This reverent fear crept into me. The lightning bolts were more powerful and shone brighter than me. Their existence was enviously simple: just because.
The color of the sky deepened and the lightning bolts luminescence intensified exponentially. It was almost unbearable. Eventually the lightning bolts became so dense they began to swirl around each other; creating this twisting helix of bolts but narrowing into this one intense point of light on the ground. The bolts created this interesting tension between beauty and danger and I couldn't turn away. And then it happened. It's as if the earth couldn't take the intensity the lightning bolts offered, so the earth had to respond to what it was given. The ground sparked in intense colors I had never seen on earth. The sparks flew with flecks of debris into the indigo air. And poised against that sky flew oranges and golds and neon pinks and colors I have no name for. I gasped in awe and wonder but still felt scared. 
The lightning didn't relent and neither did the earth. And then I saw the shockwave. It had become too much and a great explosion on the scale of an atomic bomb impact commenced. The TV camera capturing this footage shook and from a remote location, the Weather Man hollered "Are you getting this?!?" I could hear the utter terror in his voice and it triggered me to snap out of my hypnosis. 
In my home, far away from this occurrence, my face met the wooden planks of the floor. I was trying to brace for some imminent impact that would eventually reach me. But before I could truly enter into a state of panic and fear of utter annihilation, my 3 year old woke me up holding a sports bra asking me why I left it in his room.

This is as close to what I saw in my dream as I could get