(Saturday, October 19, 2013) In a dream from April 28, 2012, I’m shown how tornadoes are portals between dimensions. I don’t know if I dream this before or after I read David Wilcock’s book. Last night I dream of hurricane-force winds. I’m safe, but the sound and fury of the storm in the dream is like the Black Hills blizzard. I’m reminded of what Mary Ziemer calls The Holy Winds or The Black Winds. The Great Spirit. The winds that sweep her to lucidity.