With a Twist(er)

So every year around this time, I have at least one nightmare about a tornado.

Last night I had one that started out with me oversleeping for a class, arriving late by riding the 10-speed I got for my 9th birthday (that my brother destroyed when I was 14) from my dorm room, and apologizing to my professor, Mike Rowe.

Then the weather started getting hinky, so I went to my parents' house (2 hours west in real-life) to shelter down. While there, the tornado sirens went off, and I looked outside while Dad stared at the warning on TV. A small tornado was coming right for us, with a large tornado behind it.

I told Dad we had to get to the basement right now, and he told me to take Buddy downstairs. Buddy is my dog that died in 2002. So Buddy and I went downstairs, expecting Mom and Dad to follow shortly. The first tornado hit, then the second tornado hit, and I was alone in the basement with Buddy. I looked out the window when it was over, and it looked like a hurricane had hit instead. There was floodwater everywhere, and boats floating around.

So I got into my parents' boat with Buddy, and saw my Dad swimming toward us. I helped him into the boat, then paddled over to the dock that was conveniently in front of my parents' house. I went inside to look for Mom, and yelled for her: "Mom?"

She responded in a totally normal voice, "Yes?"

"Oh my God," I was relieved.

"What? Did you find Him?"

"I think I did."

(See, Mom gets all upset when I declare my atheism. Like she's the most religious person in the world. But whatever, it was a pretty witty thing for her to say in my dream.)

So Mom was fine and basically slept through the whole thing.

/dream