I had a scary dream a few days ago. I was in my parents' house alone and there was a nasty storm outside that I was watching through the window. I saw a tornado quickly approaching the house so I threw myself down the basement steps and the tornado ripped through our house.
After it passed, I walked upstairs to see nothing left of our home. I walked around the neighborhood to see all the damage and talked to some neighbors. The sky was actually pretty, and there was that sense of calm after a storm. I saw this girl from my high school and told her that my house was destroyed. Then she said, "No it's not!" I said, "I was in the basement when the tornado hit it!" She told me to go and look. So I went and it was the only house on the block still standing. COOL!
Then I woke up.
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