The past few nights have been rough nights due to some recent traumas I've been trying to face. I finally started to sleep and started to dream in vivid detail dream after dream. I notice a reoccurrence of heights; meaning I'm either a physical part of cyclones of other people being shuffled around flying from one tornado and slung to another. Another dream I remember being sky rocket to infinite hights in a seat chair in a cathedral-like library where family historys where kept in real detail. As the chair plummeted up the force and speed of me rising kept prompting the library's technician to tell me to lean back in my seat and then was shot back up with the same incredible force. When I finally got to the top I was so scared of how high I was above the floor. I couldn't see it even. I at the same time felt almost as a single crystal on a chandelier being hoisted to terrifying heights to see the bigger picture of my family's tree throughout the years (everyone's family was kept on record) Recent common occurrences and tend to trend on me being lifted by one force or another. Any ideas on what this could mean?