Strange yet familiar Dream

[pebble]

I was on a trip to Costa Rico, (I was supposed to go there 2 months ago and every door that was opened to me slammed shut), I was with my friend, he was painting, I was writing (we are collaborating on a book). We were with a large group of people in a building with no roof, they were not strangers. I saw a familiar light and grabbed my friends arm..."Oh look an angel!" I saw the spark of dimensions converging. I felt that the light was the same yet subtly different. What appeared was not angels but perversions of them. Two of them stepped across. 'The wise one and the syncophant'. I felt destruction come with them and we stepped back, they passed without seeing us. I looked up to the sky and a vortex of the same light. I saw a glimpse of a red 63 chevy truck tearig hell through the sky creating more vortexes. Too urgent to yell, I telepathed "take shelter!" and we all ran to a basement...Funnel clouds touching down, this is what we prepared for. This was that storm. "Go Lower!" I led the way to a sub basement that we had readied to prepare for the season of storms. The basement and lower basement and the energy tornadoes I have recurring dreams of...Costa Rico and the 'creatures' new to me.

[Clear Blue Sky]

Sort of like a trip into the spirit realm, but then scary/dangeorus elements emerge out of being this open (no roof), and one retreats into the sub levels -- these could be the subconscious, your inner most self, finding your still point. Just a hunch.

[pebble]

The reason I was going to Costa Rico was to start a spiritual tour business, that door closed by drug wars and flu...the window that opened was my companion in my dream, we are collaborating on a book right now just like in my dream, the book is inspired from his spiritual series of paintings. Your observation gives me much to meditate on...TY!